Marianne watched the happy reunion with glee, clapping her hands excitedly. Well now that they were all together it was probably time to lead them out on the supposed exit she spoke of earlier. With a skip in her step, she located the closest person next to her and latched onto their hands. Ironically enough, it was Rose’s hand.

The girl would feel a slight jolt of icy sensations spreading around her arm, despite her lifeless form devoid of flesh. Though if Marianne was concerned by the effect her grip was having, she was completely oblivious to it.

“Let’s go, let’s go! To the end we go!” she chanted.

The young girl flashed Little Ann a knowing smile before skipping off with Rose in tow, leading the group further down the hall. Scarlet watched all this with narrowed eyes. Something about this all felt off to her. Not Marianne herself, but her actions. Just the way she grabbed onto Rose’s hand made her feel…bothered.

Brushing these thoughts off for now, she followed the group onward until they winded up near a large, iron-clad door. Indeed, it did seem fitting enough to be an exit to this living nightmare. Marianne walked up to it and gave it a healthy knock on its frame. 

Then she reached out and tried the handle, twisting and turning it. The door did not budge.

“Whoops! Sorry everyone,” she said, turning back around. “It’s locked from the other side. Isn't that so interesting?”