“I’ll come back for you. I’ll keep coming back again and again and again!” She screams. How pathetic…a lowlife teenager thinks she can save her lover from inevitable death. “How many times has she tried to save her little Anastasia?” Pearl chuckles as she puts down her champagne glass. “582 now, Madame.” An unfamiliar voice walks into the room. Pearl’s eyes widen “No….How are YOU?” She’s completely shaking by this person, who can it be? I turn around and- “Let’s cut the small talk, no? You’re the twisted people who kill people for entertainment. If anyone’s pathetic it’s you.” How can it be? We were just watching her in the cameras… *shot* Pearl goes down. “Do any of you want to be brave and die like Ms.Pearl here?” She starts laughing. The room is silent, everyone possessing stern faces, trying to hide their fear. “Very well. I don’t give a damn if any of you live or die, but I’m sure your boss would figure out it was me if you ALL died. So what you’re gonna do is cooperate. I **know **there’s a way to save Anastasia. I have multiple torture devices set up in the room next to us if you’d like to be different and not help me…save her, and you’ll get to live another day…don’t help? Die.” How cute…she underestimates us. “XZ Number 783, come in.” Marko whispers, suddenly he’s down. I guess you could call it…a sacrifice for the greater good. To the girls suprise, military trained snipers come in, ready to murder her. “Don’t.” I say. “Let’s give her a little torture, yes?” She gets shot first in the leg, then both arms, she collapses. “Listen, kid. Do you know what that Anastasia has done? No. You’re completely blinded by love. She’s murdered tens of hundreds of people. Did you enjoy playing hero for a criminal? Huh? We’re not the twisted ones, sweetheart. We merely are the families of the ones she killed. And you. You must feel pathetic too? At the start you thought we were some sick people who watch people die for fun? Blinded by perspective too, I suppose? How pathetic. I grab my revolver. Was it nice thinking little what’s her face was going to save the love of her life, and that’d we all die? Hmm…I’m sure you did. I grab the gun out of my pocket and shoot.

“CUT” The director calls out

I thought you realized not to trust anyone in this story? I suppose I was mistaken.