[right][h2][color=700DBE][b]Subject:[/b] FP-1991-ED[/color][/h2][/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Location:[/b] Purple Ward[/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Interaction:[@BCTheEntity][@Nyxira][/b] [/right]
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	The little girl nodded when the man motioned for her to follow him out. To her dismay, the stranger didn’t seem to know where she was either, so she also felt it was her responsibility to help him as much as she could to find out as much as he was helping her feel safe. As the man left the doorway, the little girl ran back into her room, grabbed a doll dressed in a Victorian style dress and followed the man out. She noticed that the man had a knife tattooed on his arm. Without knowing his name, the little girl opted to call him Blade in relation to that tattoo.

	She looked up at the man as he explained his plan. While she was still not one hundred percent down for the idea, just having someone she could run back to was enough to give her a bit more courage to carry it out. As the man continued farther down the hall to where Blade suspected the voice was coming from, the little girl stopped by the nearest cell door.

	“Alright, I’ll try to find someone else, Blade.” She said before she started looking inside. Much like her own room, the door was partially open like disengaging the lock released the tension that held the door shut, letting it finally move freely along its hinge. She pushed it open to expose the small room fully to the rest of the facility. The room was small, just as dull as her own, and completely devoid of furniture except for a single bed along the far wall. This room was not being occupied, or if it was, the occupant was no longer present. She closed the door behind her and moved on to the next room. 

	Blade by this point was now much farther down the hall. She could hear him speaking with someone, but could not make out the specifics of the conversation. For the next couple rooms, she found them empty, much like the first. Either everyone was not as privileged as her to get toys and furniture, or these room were never occupied waiting for the next prisoner to take up residence. Finally, she spotted some flicking coming from the next room she approached. It was faint, barely noticeable unless you were right next to it. Accompanying it was the soft sound of static. Cautiously, the little girl opened the door. There was a television, its display struggling to keep lit; the source of the flickering and noise.

	Just inside the doorway, the girl clutched the doll a bit tighter as she looked about the room. Unlike the previous ones she checked, this one had someone within it. She looked towards the bed. His balled form resting against the wall, his arms over his knees. It was hard to see where he was looking, his hood covering his eyes, the dim lights, and flickering TV not helping in the slightest.

	“H-hello.” She said nervously as she inched her way to the stranger sitting on the bed. He didn’t seem threatening. Blade still keeping the trophy for most scary person she had met today, but this hooded figure seemed off somehow. “Hi. My name is, um…” despite what was going on, this was the first the little girl realized she could not remember her name. She started to internally panic, but started to take deep breaths. Blade asked for her help, and now was not the time to panic. She couldn't recall anything before, her own name should not have been that surprising. But she had already started the sentence, so she felt obligated to finish it. She looked down at the doll she was holding. “…Dolly. I’m Dolly.”

	The little girl moved closer to where she was at the edge of the bed. She could see the man’s face much better now. While he most certainly awake, he seemed a bit sluggish. Not sure what was going on, the little girl reached out and touched his hand as it hung over his knee. “We need to get out of here. I have a friend waiting for us in the hall.” She said. Her voice shook just a little, but she tried her best to appear brave for the dangerous situation she concocted based on what she experienced so far.