She remained where she was, swaying slightly on the spot, as she waited for Don. For death. This time, she welcomed the dark embrace, the respite from the rest of the world, and her horribly painful memories of Howard.

As Don advanced on her, she opened her eyes again.

"Do you think they'll let me go?"

It was a plea to any GameMakers listening. Please. Please let her go. Please let her die.