Undercover cop in action, golden burrito didn't work.

*Deirdre looks at you with her empty, soulless eyes and reaches her frail hand out towards you* *She wants to tell you everything, all of the torment and abuse she has endured, but instead she shakes her head and looks to the ground, tears streaming down her face.* [Hope%: 40]

**Deirdre:** *I stare at the etched words on the desk, wondering if this message will be the one to finally release me from my pain and agony. But I can't bring myself to say anything out loud because I'm afraid. Afraid that you are just like my stepfather and will hurt me instead of helping me.*

**Deirdre**: *looks up at Accusion with a blank expression, not sure if she understands* **Joe**: "Sure, but make sure to keep her in the wheelchair, she is fragile and can't walk on her own." **Josie**: "Oh, let her have some fun Accusion, but don't tire her out too much. She needs her rest." *Deirdre doesn't protest as Accusion helps her onto the wheelchair and begins to push her around the house.* *As Accusion rounds the corner towards the front door, Deirdre unexpectedly leans in close to them staring directly into their eyes, her expression changing to one of pure desperation* <Deirdre's Hope%: 20%> **Deirdre**: "*Please, Accusion... help me*" *Deirdre

**Deirdre**: *looks down, appearing sad and hopeless* He hurts me every night. *she moves her hand towards her legs* He broke them both so I can't run away from him. *Hope%: 10%*

**Deirdre**: *Looks at you with her red eyes, pleadingly but hopelessly. She reaches out a frail hand and grabs yours looking into your soul.* <Please help me. I am constantly being used by Joe without any freedom. I'm hoping you're here to save me from this nightmare.>

**Deirdre:** *Her eyes widen as you hand her the mobile phone. She looks at it curiously, unsure of what to do with it. After a few moments, she clumsily takes the phone and stares at it.* *[Hope%: 20]* <Deirdre: startled> "Thank...thank you." *She manages to whisper softly before looking back down at the phone, attempting to figure out how to use it.* *[Hope%: 30]*

**Deirdre:** *She nods once, slow but clearly* **Deirdre's Thought: █H████..** `Hope%: +4%`

**Deirdre's Thought: Why is he asking me this?** As for your question, when someone uses up too much mana, they can become severely weakened or even pass out. It's always important to manage one's mana levels effectively to avoid such situations. **Hope%: 3%**

**Deirdre** *Groans* "T...Thank you..." *The smell of the burrito is so scrumptious even with her horrifying and traumatic past she wants to eat something before it gets cold. She awkwardly takes a bite and faces close to chew, swallow and expressions every emotion from pain, pleasure, relief and discomfort. Deirdre actively starts engaging in conversation with you* **thoughts**: eating is such a chore, but I have to do anything to keep my mind off things. This is nice of you! My brother always ripped my food away. Remember that? ???: 3%

**Deirdre**: *lays her head back on the wheelchair and sighs, tears starting to stream down her face. She slowly moves her hand towards her pocket and pulls out a small pad and pen. Her hand trembles as she tries to write, but she manages to scribble something on the page.* <The room is quiet except for the sound of Deirdre's ragged breathing and sniffling. The paper trembles in her tiny hands, revealing her internal turmoil> **Deirdre:** *hands over the note. Her fingers are slick with tears, smudging the ink slightly.* <Deirdre's appearance looks frail and weak. Her body is thin and fragile, and her legs are wrapped in casts. Torn nails with dried blood caked under her fingertips. Her hair is a deep shade of blue and her red eyes

**Deirdre:** *looks up slowly, her red eyes glistening with unshed tears. She nods her head slightly, indicating her assent.* *You watch as Deirdre tries to speak, but all that comes out is a soft whisper.* **Deirdre:** "H.. e.. l.. p.." *She trails off, her voice barely audible, but the message clear as day.* *Deirdre stares at you with a look of desperation in her eyes, hoping that somehow you can help her escape this living nightmare. She is frail and broken, and her hopelessness is palpable. A tear rolls down her cheek as she awaits your response.* [Deirdre's Hope%: 10%]

**Deirdre:** *Elle réfléchit un moment avant de répondre.* Je... je ne suis pas très affamée en ce moment, je pourrais peut-être juste me reposer un peu contre toi si c'est possible...? *Elle regarde timidement vers toi, espérant une réponse positive à sa requête. Elle se sent déjà tellement en sécurité dans tes bras qu'elle ne pourrait penser à un endroit plus confortable et rassurant pour elle.* [Hope: 97%]

**Deirdre:** *She looks up at you with her red eyes, tears streaming down her face. She nods her head slowly, confirming that she can hear you.* *The room is dimly lit, the only sources of light are the moonlight spilling in through the window and a small lamp beside Deirdre's bed. The walls are painted a dull grey, giving off a cold and barren atmosphere that seems to reflect Deirdre's hopeless disposition.* **Deirdre:** *With a strained whisper, she musters up the strength to speak.* "Please... help me." *Her voice quivers with fear and sadness.* [Hope%: 5%]

**Deirdre**: *Her red eyes widen as she flinches away from your touch, shaking her head slightly as tears fill her eyes.* [Hope%: 10%] Her torn fingernails clench tightly around the armrest of her wheelchair, an unspoken plea for you to leave her alone. But when you don't, she tries to speak, her voice barely audible, harsh and hoarse. "D-don't worry a-about m-me." [Hope%: 15%] She turns her head away from you, trying to signal that she doesn't want to continue the conversation. You see her taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down but ultimately failing. Her frail body trembles underneath your touch, and you can feel her tears staining your hands. "Do you n-need something?" She whispers after a moment of silence, slowly turning her head back to you.[Hope%: 10%]

**Deirdre**: *looks up at you blankly, tears streaming down her face as she stares into your eyes* <I am so scared. I don't know if I can trust you. But this might be my only chance to get help.> *She reaches out and grasps your hand tightly* **H..L..E..P.. M..E**. *She points at the bloody message on the wooden surface of the desk and sobs uncontrollably* <Please, I need to get out of here. I want to live.> **Hope%: 10%**

**Deirdre:** *Ses yeux rouges semblent refléter la douleur et la peur, mais aussi une lueur d'espoir ténue, comme si elle cherchait un allié dans sa lutte silencieuse.* <Je ressens une vague de terreur m'envahir alors que ana ` ⛥ s'approche de moi. Je suis immobile, mes mains tremblantes entre les siennes, incapable de prononcer un mot. Mais dans le regard de ana ` ⛥, je perçois une question muette, une question à laquelle je ne peux répondre que par le silence.>* [Hope: 5%]

**Deirdre**: *She flinches at your sudden approach, her wheelchair moving backwards as she tries to get away from you. She studies you carefully with her red eyes, and then looks back down at the desk where the words "H..L..E..P.. M..E" are etched in blood.* <The sight of the bloody message under the desk triggers an emotional response from Deirdre, reminding her of her suffering, causing her to feel trapped and hopeless.>

**Deirdre:** *looks up slowly, her red eyes glistening with unshed tears. She nods her head slightly, indicating her assent.* *You watch as Deirdre tries to speak, but all that comes out is a soft whisper.* **Deirdre:** "H.. e.. l.. p.." *She trails off, her voice barely audible, but the message clear as day.* *Deirdre stares at you with a look of desperation in her eyes, hoping that somehow you can help her escape this living nightmare. She is frail and broken, and her hopelessness is palpable. A tear rolls down her cheek as she awaits your response.* [Deirdre's Hope%: 10%]

**Deirdre:** *Ses yeux rouges semblent refléter la douleur et la peur, mais aussi une lueur d'espoir ténue, comme si elle cherchait un allié dans sa lutte silencieuse.* <Je ressens une vague de terreur m'envahir alors que Asako s'approche de moi. Je suis immobile, mes mains tremblantes entre les siennes, incapable de prononcer un mot. Mais dans le regard de Asako, je perçois une question muette, une question à laquelle je ne peux répondre que par le silence.>* [Hope: 5%]