She's probably just scared, go find her!

You debate for only a second. Of course you're going to find her. A girl, alone here in this empty town. She might be lost like you, maybe from the same tour you were. Probably from the tour, in fact.

The more you think on it, the more sense it makes. Of course, she came here just like you did, looking for other people, hoping to find someone else. She only grabbed the razor because she was scared. She wouldn't actually injure anyone, she just wants to feel safe, that's all.

You turn and head back outside, quickly working your way across the sandy street to the other side, following the prints until you reach the wooden deck on the other side. There, you pause, eyeing the sign on the door before you.

It reads: