Mr. Alexander’s brow furrows into a frown. “Really, I think that’s quite unprofessional, ladies. You agreed to help us.”

Sophie appears to be embarrassed. “No, of course we’re not unprofessional, Mr. Alexander. We’ll do what we came to do. Now could we see the list of tasks?”

Mr. Alexander’s mood sees to have improved. “Yes, of course. Just come with me upstairs.”

You’ve got doubts, but Sophie is right on his heels as he heads out of the room. So you shrug and follow as well.

The three of you head up the stairs. At the top, Mr. Alexander motions for you to go through a door. You and Sophie oblige.

But as soon as you step across the threshold, Mr. Alexander fiercely slams the door.

You hear the lock click. “Damn!” you cry out. “What the hell is going on?”

“I’m sorry Alex!” Sophie whines. “I’m so stupid! I followed him because I was afraid he would give us a bad rep around town! Now I’ve totally screwed us!!”

You’re not really worried about your reputation right now. As your eyes adjust to the seamy yellow light of your prison, you realize you’re not alone.

A red-headed woman in a black bathrobe stands menacingly just a few feet away. She holds a large butcher knife, and she starts to approach.

“Oh my God!” Sophie screams and begins to bang on the door.

You’ve got to do something fast.

Try to talk to the woman.
Look for something to fight her off with.