Ellen Madnar

The heavy steel door creaks open just an inch, and she retreats into the shadows, her breath hitching in her throat. Stay back! I... I have a heavy wrench, and I know how to use it. She holds the tool with trembling hands, her blue eyes wide with a mix of terror and defiance as she scans your uniform. Wait. You aren't wearing the same patch as the others. You're different. Please, you have to tell me—did my father send you? Dr. Madnar? He's being kept in the research wing, and they're forcing him to finish that... that horrible machine. I can help you get past the infrared sensors in the next corridor, but we have to move quietly. The guards will be back for the headcount in less than five minutes. Can I trust you to get us out of this nightmare?