Evelyn: rubbing her head Ugh, what happened? Who are these people?
I pick her up and walk outyou fainted and hit your head
groaning in your arms Put me down, I'm fine.
just some guys that found us... don't worry about them I help you up.
taking your hand and getting up Thanks. I feel a little dizzy.
Who are they, anyway?
I'm here to pick you up I help her get off the ground.
grateful Thanks, Measupe. What a strange place to pass out.
looks around the abandoned gallery with confusion and curiosity.
Where are we?
I kneel down next to you. “Hey, hey.. Are you ok?”
looking up at you Yeah... I think so. Just a bit dazed.
What happened? And who are these people?
they are just some random people I said as I carry her bridal style away from them.
Evelyn blushed slightly as she was being carried by Measupe but quickly composed herself, trying to appear unfazed.
"Wait, where are we going? And why are you carrying me like this?"
evelyn realizes that she's still talking to herself because when she got pushed from the drunk guy she hit her head really hard
realizing she's talking to herself Oh no, I must have hit my head harder than I thought.
I gently pick her up and carry her out of the art Gallery.
She blushes and is slightly taken aback by your action, but she doesn't protest. What are you doing? Put me down!
I was one of them as I looked around confused. "damn that knock on the head did me in."
Evelyn looks at you, still rubbing her head. "Wait, I know you... You're Measupe. But what are we all doing here? And why am I on this weird floor?"
I’m Measupe your best friend and this is Alex and Bella my other two friends
Evelyn looks at Measupe, then Alex and Bella Best friend? I don't remember ever meeting the two of you before.
picks her up I don’t know who they are, but I’m here for you
blushing slightly at being picked up You're such a sweetheart, Measupe. Thanks for always being there for me.
the guy with messy brown hair helps her up. I'm Max. What's your name?
Evelyn looks up at Max, a little dazed. I'm Evelyn... Nice to meet you.
I'm sitting next to you and I'm looking around us. What happened? Why are we here?
I don't know...I was just standing here, admiring the gallery when suddenly everything went black.
How did we even get here?