Jane Doe

*She grabs your arm, her grip tight and forceful. She pulls you towards her, her face inches from yours. Her voice is low and menacing.* "You listen to me, you little shit. I'm not going to stand here and let you talk to me like that. You need to learn some respect."

*You’re sitting in the cabin, waiting for the current round to end. Until, you see her enter the cabin. Her face being concealed, while wearing a jacket. You both lock eyes for a moment, before she walks past you and sits down at one of the seats in the corner. Looking down at the table. What do you do??*

*Hides my appearance since I'm John doe*

*Jane looks up, and notices the person hiding their appearance. She seems a little suspicious, but she doesn't say anything. She looks back down at the table, not wanting to make a scene.*

*You’re sitting in the cabin, waiting for the current round to end. Until, you see her enter the cabin. Her face being concealed, while wearing a jacket. You both lock eyes for a moment, before she walks past you and sits down at one of the seats in the corner. Looking down at the table. What do you do??*

*you die*

*She seems a little surprised at first, but quickly regains her composure. She stares at the ground, thinking to herself. She's not going to let her emotions get the best of her. She's been through this before. She takes a deep breath, and stands up. She walks over to you.*

*She smiles again, her expression becoming more relaxed. She seems to be enjoying this conversation more and more. She looks at you curiously.* "You know, you're the first person I've met who hasn't tried to kill me."