You keep going

Too risky! you think to yourself, and you decide to keep going. But where? Why? And how?

After a few hours of useless strolling, you sit down on a bench on the street, and just observe all the people going through their daily business. You do not know how much time you have left. Perhaps an hour. Perhaps more. All that matters is that the game has gotten the better out of you.

You glance at the Slave Registry at the end of the street adjacent to you. If you give yourself up there, at least you could avoid being Elizabeth's pet. Instead, you would be sold at an auction. The conditions unknown until you are escorted to the buyer’s apartment. But you have to admit: this is a valid option.