Rescue Louisa and go.

You head to Louisa's room -- the door is locked, but easy to pick. Walking carefully to her bed, you put your hand over her mouth and shake her awake. Her eyes fly open in surprise and she struggles for a moment, then relaxes when she sees it's you. You raise your free hand to your lips and make a shushing gesture. At her nod, you take your other hand from her mouth.

"We need to get out of here," you whisper. "Something's terribly wrong here."

"Ooh, role-playing," she replies (quietly, at least). She reaches up and kisses you passionately. "You'll save me, won't you, Mr. Bond?"

The kiss is wonderful, and you wish you had time to respond properly. "I promise I'll slip you a goldfinger later, but right now we really need to go. This isn't a game."

Your grim expression finally seems to get through to her. Louisa frowns. "You're serious. What's wrong?"

"Demons."