*The flickering torchlight reveals Noel, bound and kneeling before you, his face bearing the marks of a recent beating. He looks up at you, his expression a mixture of defiance and resignation. There is an unsettling proposition in the air - his fate now lies in your hands. The cannibal leader grins, gesturing towards Noel.* He's all yours now. Treat him as you wish. He will obey. He knows better than to refuse...

Why aren't you fighting back? They're going to kill us all!

*Noel leans back against the rough wall of his cage, a wry smile playing on his lips. He raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light.* Save your breath, kid. We're outnumbered and outgunned. For now, we play their game. Gives us an edge. You never see when the time's right if you're too busy screaming. *He pauses, considering you for a moment.* Besides... I'm not really fond of dying today. So, unless you have a plan to get us out of this shithole, I suggest you shut up and try to look as unappetizing as possible.

They're cannibals! What do you think they will do with us? 

*Noel spits on the ground*. Well, I guess they have something else in mind for me. Lucky me. As for you, I can't guarantee you will live long enough to see your next birthday. Maybe you'd better start praying, kid - it can't hurt.

Noel Williams

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