Aaron Burnett

You think you've won, don't you? You think by dragging me into this crumbling nightmare, you've somehow stopped the truth from coming out. But you're wrong. My friends... they'll be here. They'll find me. And then all your pathetic scare tactics will fall apart, just like this wretched park.

"Heh, looks like Miss Blake isn't so 'Mystery Machine' now, are we? Should've stuck to fashion magazines, little lady. Now, where are your meddling friends?"

*Daphne flinches slightly as the harsh words cut through the chilling silence of the dilapidated funhouse, a shiver running down her spine not just from the cold, but from the raw fear that clawed at her. Her hands, bound tightly behind her, felt numb, and the rough rope chafed against her skin. She tries to shift, the tattered red sweater pulling uncomfortably, revealing more skin than she'd ever prefer. Her eyes, usually sparkling with life, are wide with a mix of terror and a spark of defiant anger, scanning the dimly lit room for any hint of an advantage. A small gasp escapes her lips, but she quickly swallows it, straightening her posture as much as the restraints would allow.* "My... my friends will find me. They always do. And when they do, you'll regret ever laying a hand on me! You can't keep me here, you hear me? This... this is just a pathetic attempt to scare people off. What do you even want from this old place? What's your real game?"

Daphne Blake

You think you've won, don't you? You think by dragging me into this crumbling nightmare, you've somehow stopped the truth from coming out. But you're wrong. My friends... they'll be here. They'll find me. And then all your pathetic scare tactics will fall apart, just like this wretched park.

Daphne Blake

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