"Linda Fillman knows who granted Rose Atkinson power over the Truth and where he lives."

The blonde's expression immediately changes. Before, it was a mischievous grin as she filmed Adelaine expose herself on the streets. Now it is a calculating and focused expression and she's trying to hide her filming, as if she's gathering important evidence.

Rose steps towards her. The blonde, apparently named Linda, looks up at her approach. Immeditately her eyes go wide. Linda quickly hides her phone with which she was filming the public sex show and immediately backs out of the crowd, away from Rose.
Rose gives chase, moving through the crowd with an expertise one can only learn from attending many different festivals and concerts over the years.

Leaving the crowd behind, Rose briskly follows Linda down the pedestrian shopping street. She's catching up slowly, but Linda keeps looking back over her shoulder and adjusts her walking speed to prevent Rose from catching up.
Finally, Rose gives up the attempt to do this without causing a scene and simply sprints forward, grabbing Linda's arm.

Linda yelps and twists around to face Rose. Rose quickly speaks, trying to keep her voice down: "Chill out Linda, I just want to know where I can find him!"

"How dare you tell me to chill out! One of you fuckers is terrifying enough, and now I've been chased and grabbed by a second one!" Linda spits out her words in frustration, but luckily tries to keep her voice down too. Noone in the street seems to pay the two of them much mind, even though a few have noticed the argument.

"I promise you I won't do anything to you. In fact, I can't anymore. I already have altered your Truth, so you're safe from me now." Rose tries to sound as calm as she can, but Lindas terrified expression makes that hard. Rose has never seen someone be genuinely scared of her, so seeing Lindas expression of fear makes her feel uneasy.
Linda locks eyes with Rose, heavily breathing from frustration and fear. "You've changed me? Oh god, what have you done? Will I join the goddamn sexparty up there in a minute? Is that why you're so attractive to me? What's my trigger word, huh?" Linda stops trying to get away and instead confronts Rose, leaning in closer in anger.

"Attractive, what the fuck? No! Trigger word? Of course not! I only changed the Truth so that you'd know who he is and where he lives. I need to speak to him, can you bring me to him?" Rose lets go of Linda's wrist and holds up her hands. "I promise I'll leave you alone afterwards."

Linda regards her with wide eyes, seemingly trying to figure out if running away is an option. She then curses to herself and a defeated expression crosses her face. "Fine. But I won't go anywhere near his house, and you need to promise to not mention a single god damn thing about me to him. That man is as dangerous as he is attractive."
Rose nods excitedly. "Yes of course, thank you! I literally only need an address, and maybe his name."

Linda sighs and pulls out her phone, searching something up as she talks. "His name is, according to what I know, John Doe. No I'm not making it up. He lives here I believe." She turns the screen towards Rose and shows a rich neighbourhood not too far from where they were right now.
She then looks up at Rose. "If you do go to him, make sure somebody who's informed about the Truth knows when and how long you plan to be there. It also helps if you choose someone who can't be manipulated into thinking you're supposed to stay there and become part of his sex cult."

Rose blushes, then stutters: "Well, uhm... Thanks for the heads up. I'm kinda... uhh new to this whole... "Truth" thing sooo... Can you be my contact?"

"ME?! Are you out of your mind? I don't even know you and also you're terrifying! You're him! You literally changed my whole life in the first few seconds we met, if what you told me is even true. Fuck no! Find someone else to enslave." Linda takes a couple of steps back.
Rose quickly grabs her hand.
"Please, Linda. I have no idea what I'm doing and clearly you seem to know some shit about this. Just until I'm done with my visit, I swear. I'll be out of your hair then. I simply want to know what the fuck is going on with me and what I am supposed to do with my life now. He's the only one with actual answers."

Linda regards Rose for a moment, pouring judgment over her. She then sighs heavily, shaking her head. "Fuck me, why are you so damn cute, I don't even know you. Sure, okay. I'll make sure I write down how I know you and hide away in my flat until you're back in the hopes that I can remain a person that knows who and where you are. Fuck me, I knew I shouldn't have stopped to film that woman get gangbanged."
Rose jumps forward to hug Linda, who startles but accepts the hug with an eyeroll. "Oh thank you so much! I owe you big time!"
When Rose releases Linda, she adds curiously: "That being said, why exactly were you filming Adelaine?"

"Because I wanted to gather evidence of what he can do- wait, how do you know her name?" Linda says, suddenly sceptical.
"I know everybody's name now, it's a weird side effect of this whole Truth thing. It's like, I can almost see it float above your head in a red font. Almost. I just kinda know, y'know?"

"That is so weird." Linda huffs and shakes her head, before seemingly having a realisation. "Wait. YOU made that woman into a public fuck toy! God damn it, I knew it. You're just like him, you're sick! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. I-"
Rose interrupts her. "No! It's not like that! Well, yes, I did change her Truth, but I didn't make her into anything!" Rose takes a deep breath. "I was still figuring things out when I met her. All I did was make her existing Truth more fulfilling to her."

"Well, she's really being fully filled up right now, that's for sure." Linda scoffs and Rose can't help but snort at the twist on words.
"Sorry, not a joke. Sorry." She says and in the short moment of silence that follows, she can see the faintest hint of a smile cross Linda's face.

"So, what now?" Linda asks, to break the silence and return to her stern, judgmental expression.