[i]WHOOOSHHHHHHHHHH.[/i]

Followed by crackling, a streak of fire darts from the front gate. In bright, menacing shades of yellow and orange, the flame proudly shows itself to the confused watchers. Yet the girl who carries the fire isn't being proud at all.

[color=0076a3]"Shite! Ze unspecial person with special stuff hurries to the doors, already hours late! What will zhe do, ja?"[/color]

This is Roanesca, a girl who went too deep hoarding things that she forgot she was supposed to be in the Orean Cause a while ago. Now she slams the door open, looks left and right a few times, confused on where to go. [color=0076a3]"Ze Roanesca heads left!"[/color], and so she heads right. Remember Stanley Parable? In this case, Roanesca is both the Stanley and the Narrator. A little twist, to say. [color=0076a3]"Reverse psychology rules!"[/color], she says, before sheathing her Infernal Steal and hiding the pride of the fire. At one point she stops on a two-way corridor: one leads to outside, another leads to the "Recreational Room", indicated by a sign hanging on the wall.[color=0076a3]"Zis is something... recreational room."[/color] Roanesca turns to the continuing corridor. "[color=0076a3]What recreation is there in ze recreational room, ja? A playground, ja? Zwe're grown-ups already!"[/color] she dissed. "Zi wish zi could turn back, but zit's a long way back there. Outside zit is, zi say!"

Now back to the outdoors. Roa-- [color=0076a3]"FUCK!"[/color], she exclaimed, loud enough to be heard generally far. In front of her was her hat being blown off and sliding into the bushes, and because it has something important in it, Roanesca scrambled to find this hat as she reached through the dense foliage. She could consider slashing the bushes, but that would be arson, and Roanesca won't do any crime beyond thievery.