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Suibhne. His name was Suibhne. With a hand on her shoulder, Esther instantly felt his compassion and knew that it was safe to be this close. That idea alone put her mind at ease enough for her to speak properly, though the undertone of silent panic never left her voice...

"This place...it's not a manor - it's a prison. Drake. Drake Stewart, the master, he...he..." she stopped for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes. She swallowed them back and continued, even though her throat ached. "He brought us here a few days ago. Said it was a party. But he's locked the doors and won't let us out. He...he wants us to...to...kill each other!" Just hearing herself say that was frightening enough. Esther knew it sounded mad. She knew it would probably take a miracle for this man to believe her. Would she, herself, even believe this story? Especially from the lips of a stranger? She dared not answer that.

"There were others besides me. F-four others. I watched them all kill each other! Now they're all gone and I'm the only one left! Please...please, we have to get out of here! I cannot stay in this place a moment longer!"

In desperation, she realized she was tugging on the man's sleeve. Instantly, her grasp was withdrawn and she looked up at him. The girl hadn't the faintest clue as to what she could possibly do to escape from here. Her foolish hope was that this Suibhne did. And if he was brought here, did that mean that there were others? Could she possibly convince them all of Drake's twisted intentions? Could she truly perhaps be the one to stage an uprising against him? Sadly, Esther recalled the conversation with Geppetto, Monica, and Deget. Save the young alcoholic, Tom had done away with them. It was Tom who ruined their plans. Was there another Tom here now? Esther's eyes traveled across the various bedroom doors in the hallway. Could the next Tom be in one of those rooms right now?