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Quill found herself not quite understanding what she did to deserve this. She could be a diva, sure, what famous person wasn't from time to time? She could be mean, but only on her off days. She was known. She was respected. And now she was in some demented person's idea of a fun time and the only way to get out was to kill one of the people she was trapped with.

The sisters and the doctor unnerved her as she picked up her E-handbook. She scrolled through it and familiarized herself with the rules. She didn't like the idea of a "Night of carnage" where the rules did not apply. She wondered what would happen if you broke the rules. She didn't want to find out.

She walked towards her designated room with the others. No one spoke much, but she wanted to. They couldn't kill each other, could they? I mean, it's one thing to defend yourself, but a whole other matter to actually seek to kill. No, surely people were looking for them. I mean, they were infinites. They were popular. People would notice their disappearance and come to seek them out and they would be free. So, may as well consider this a vacation.

She entered her room and noticed it looked very decorated. She had a rack full of designer clothes, a makeup station, and what looked to be a photo shoot set-up. At least it made her feel kind of welcomed. She noticed the gift on the table. Dragon's Fire? Some spicy seasoning. Who would like that? It seemed she would have to actually talk to the others some more.

But should she give the gift? The Dr. said that if she did, it means it would make her want to kill the recipient. Perhaps she should hold on to it and make a note of that later. You never knew. She trusted herself in this place, but not necessarily the others.