Something's not quite right...

Vanessa decided to forget about what happened earlier, she walked out onto the main street. She needed to get out of this place, asap. She saw the horrors of the naughty street, a place most likely intended for her sentence. If she could escape the carnival, maybe she could get some sort of bail or help from her lawyers to hide her until the sentence is up.

Vanessa looked everywhere for an exit, but only ended up following the crowds around the carnival in a loop. People seemed off whenever she walked past them as well, each person double took when they say saw her. Vanessa just assumed it was because she was famous, but then she saw people giggling and pointing at her.

Vanessa grew more and more suspicious, something had clearly happened during her time asleep. She clenched her fist when she spotted two teenage girls pointing and laughing at her. Vanessa was just about to teach them a lesson when both of her arms were grabbed by security guards. "There she is! Fucking freak!" One of the guards yelled, tightening his grip on her arm. "HEY!!! LET GO OF MEE!!" Vanessa pulled and flailed about, giving the guards a hard time.

Ignoring her outburst, the guards easily escorted Vanessa down the street. "You're coming with us." One of them stated. "What the fuck did I do!? I'm innocent!" Vanessa pleaded, trying to drag her feet across the floor. "You're far from it you fucking pyscho, management want a word!" The guard responded and dragged Vanessa away...