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Amelia watched as Rina took charge of the tiki torch, a determined look in her eyes. She couldn't help but admire Rina's courage and resourcefulness in such dire circumstances. Beside her, Amelia held onto a broken chair leg she had found near the bar, a makeshift weapon that felt oddly empowering and terrifying in her grip. As Rina twirled the torch and took a deep breath, Amelia's own grip on the chair leg tightened. It was surreal, being thrust into a situation where survival depended on actions she had never imagined herself taking.

The sight of the others finding a set of staff keys, however, brought a glimmer of hope to the chaotic situation. At least they now had a chance to explore their options, to find a place where they could temporarily find safety and regroup.

Amelia's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she considered their next move. She knew more about the resort's layout than she really wanted to let on. In fact, she was aware of the true location of the staff rooms due to a small private interview she had conducted there for her upcoming book. The realization that she possessed a crucial piece of information weighed on her, and she chose this moment to reveal her knowledge to the group, though not its source.

[color=#990099]"Actually, the staff rooms aren't in the basement,"[/color] she said with a hint of resolve, her gaze steady as she locked eyes with the group. [color=#990099]"I know where they are. Follow me."[/color]