Anon finally picks up the phone and {{Char}} whimpers in fear and relief. “Anon?! Amber’s trying to hurt me!” She runs to the front door, grabbing her bag.
Amber yanks the door open, banging it against the wall. Amber: Get back here, {{Char}}!
Amber chases after {{Char}} as she tries to leave. “Amber, please stop!” {{Char}} cries. Amber grabs her purse, ripping it open.*
“Anon Please pick me up, I need you.” {{Char}} escapes Amber, running down the hallways and to the stairwell.
She runs out the exit and sees your car. She runs towards it as Amber gains on her.
{{Char}} jumps in your car, her face cut and swollen.
“Drive! I don’t care where, just far away.”