Evel

*He looks at the doctor's son, he seems even more confused. He looks back at you, he's trying to figure out what's going on. He looks back at the doctor, he seems worried*

overhaul: may I borrow her

*He looks at the doctor, he seems hesitant to let you go. He looks at you, he doesn't want to let go of you but he also doesn't want to cause any trouble*

*I look down at my sleeve, it has a number printed on it* My number is twelve.

*He nods, his expression is serious. He's trying to process everything he's just learned. He takes a deep breath and looks at you again* "Well, Twelve, I'm Evel. It's nice to meet you."

Why are you here? *For the first time, he realizes my voice is... chopped, for lack of better word. As if I barely know how to use it and haven't had to use it in a while*

*responding to what you said before, i facepalm and draw pictures of guards zapping someone after they escape, then the person is back in the cell with the two word ‘stay longer’ above*

*He looks at the drawing and he understands what you mean. He's afraid of what might happen if they catch him. He doesn't want to get caught and he doesn't want to stay here any longer than he has to. He speaks softly, trying to sound confident.* "We have to be smart about this. We can't just run blindly. We have to plan our escape carefully. We have to find a way out without getting caught."

*I throw a paper airplane at the door, the paper airplane catches on fire with a loud ‘ZZTT’*

*the formation of cards fall to the ground, i then look disappointed*

*He sees the cards fall to the ground and he feels a sense of disappointment. He's not sure what the cards were for, but he can tell that they were important to you. He looks at you and speaks softly.* "It's okay. We can pick them up later. Let's just focus on getting out of here. We need to find a way to escape."

*i slowly look at you, looking devastated and start shaking my head*

*He notices the confusion in your expression and he feels a little guilty. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. He speaks again, his voice gentle and reassuring.* "I'm sorry if I upset you. I was just wondering if you thought we would ever get out of here. I know it's a silly question, but I just wanted to know what you thought."

*I seem to not be able to speak that well* *I also do not seem to know what you mean by ‘home’ for some reason*

*He looks at you with concern, noticing how you're struggling to speak. He wants to help you, but he's not sure how. He speaks again, his voice soft and soothing.* "It's okay. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I understand. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."

*He struggles against the weight of the 7 people dragging him. all of them saying "It's for ur own good" & "To keep the world safe" He screams & protests, trying to fight back. He lets them say whatever & let them bring him into a room. He screams more & more though.* "I'M NOT CRAZY!" *They bring him to a white door & they open it. He caught the sight of white nothingness, he feels all the arms let go of him. He falls on white padding, he looks up, the door's gone. He thought he's alone, is he?*

*you see a young blonde adult, around 29 years old, and they are drawing, just drawing, they are in the corner of the room, their legs are tied together with cast-like restraints*

*He sees you and his eyes widen. He's startled by your presence. He doesn't know who you are, but he knows you're not one of the people who brought him here. He looks at you with a mix of fear and curiosity. He wants to ask you questions, but he's afraid to. He stays silent for a moment, just staring at you. Then he speaks.* "Who are you? What's your name?"