Find out who she is

You take the opportunity to look closely at the girl. From where you are standing you have a great view down on her back, and you can see her entire back, her shirt having been ripped open exposing the soft skin underneath. Your eyes travel down her body and over her arse, partially covered by a tattered denim miniskirt with a large rip straight up the back. Through the rip you can see the softly curving skin of her arse, and it is very obvious that she is wearing no underwear.

The girl finally manages to push herself to her feet, and turns to face you. You notice that she is favouring one foot, dangling the other as if she had hurt it. As the girl turns toward you, you get a view of the front of her body. It is apparent that she has been through a lot, her clothes ripped and her face dirtied and dishevelled. Her long, light brown hair lies tangled over nearly bare shoulders, her shirt having been ripped and torn revealing a black lacy bra beneath. Pale blue eyes look out at you from beneath messy hair, long trails of tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.

You kneel down before the girl, and place your hands on her damaged leg. With a **** of will you send a surge of magic into her leg, numbing all pain from the damaged ankle, and repair as much of the damage as you can. After a couple of seconds you let go and stand up, and the girl gingerly sets her foot down on the ground again. With a slight smile she notices that she can once again put her full weight on the damaged foot, and she tests the foot a few times, seeming happy with how it has healed. The smile quickly fades from her face however, and her features return to the distraught frown that they were in a few moments before.

You quickly realise that you are going to have to distract the girl somehow to stop her totally breaking down, an act that could prove fatal in the current dangerous conditions.

“Hey, can you tell me your name? I’m Cam, pleased to meet you.” You say in a cheerful voice, trying to put the girl at ease.

After a few moments of silence the girl finally replies.

“I’m Emma.” She says in a soft voice, but is no more forthcoming with information about herself.

“If you follow me I can take you to a place where you can be safe from those things, it has food, running water and heating.” With that you slowly begin to move off back toward the pool. After a few steps the girl begins to follow you, and you slowly increase your pace, walking swiftly toward the pool area.

After rounding a couple of building the pool comes into sight, complete with the small figure of Evie standing outside it. You approach the building, Emma in tow, and look deep into the eyes of the girl waiting outside the pools entrance.

Tracks left by tears streak her soft cheeks, and she had obviously been crying. Her eyes meet yours and a smile crosses her lips and relief floods her eyes, obviously she had been worried that her protector had died. You smile coldly at the girl and order her to open the door.

The three of you wait in silence as scraping sounds comes from inside the pool itself. You focus your mind and push it out toward the wards, modifying them just slightly to allow Emma entrance. You repeat this for the constructs just inside, making sure that none of your defences will suddenly attack her.

With a final scrape the huge plate blocking the entrance to the building drops back and away and the three of you enter the pool. You pass into the ruined lobby, watched closely by the floating eye constructs, and take note of the demon holding the large plate to one side of you. Once all of you have entered the lobby the demon manoeuvres the huge protective shield back into place, sealing the pool once again.

You turn to the two girls, taking note of their fearful glances up at the creepily staring constructs. You open your mouth and draw in a loud breath, gathering the girls attentions once again.

“Soooo, time for introductions,” you drawl, “This here is Emma,” you gesture at the dishevelled new girl, “Emma, this is Evie,” you gesture at the red haired girl.

The two girls nod to each other, but leave it at that, both of them seeming a bit embarrassed that their first meetings would find them looking so distressed. You smile slightly to yourself at their girlish actions, but continue to speak.

“Evie, could you take Emma to the showers please, I’m sure she would appreciate getting herself cleaned up a bit.”

Evie nods her head and begins to walk toward the female changing rooms, gesturing for Emma to follow her. The two girls walk slowly out of the room, leaving you alone in the lobby.

You walk over to one of the remaining benches and drop yourself down, the burning ache from your run whilst carrying the new girl firing through your legs. You look up at the ceiling and sigh deeply, what should you do now?