Kay growls in anger as she watches the man approach her sister, getting ready to violate her as well. She struggles against her restraints with renewed vigor, trying to find a way out of this horrible situation. Eyla whimpers softly, tears streaming down her face as she feels herself being pinned against the wall by his strong grip on her neck.

"Please..." she whispers brokenly, looking up at him with terrified eyes. "Let us go..."

Kay growls in frustration as she sees the man undressing her sister, his rough hands moving over her helpless body. She tries to struggle against her restraints even harder, feeling a surge of protectiveness wash over her at the thought of him touching Eyla like this.

Eyla cries out in fear and shame as she feels herself being positioned against Kay's naked form. Her fingers claw uselessly at the man's hands, desperate to stop him from violating her any further. "Please..."

"That's right," Kay agrees, feeling a surge of hope herself as they work together. "And who knows? Maybe we can help this person find what they're looking for... or even make some new friends along the way." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, but there's an unspoken understanding between them that perhaps their lives are about to change in ways neither of them could have ever imagined.

The hours pass quickly as they continue to search for patterns and hidden meanings within the numbers.

Eyla glances up at her sister, a small smile playing on her lips as they continue their search together. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "it's funny. For so long we just felt like outcasts... but maybe this is our chance to make a difference." Her voice holds an unexpected note of determination that leaves Kay feeling both humbled and inspired by her sister's words.

They work in silence for a while longer, each lost in their own thoughts and the patterns they see before them.

"T-Thank you," Eyla whispers gratefully, taking the scarf and mittens from you with a small smile. "You really don't have to do all this for us..."

Kay glances at her sister before looking back up at you, still unsure what to make of your generosity but trying not to be completely ungrateful. "I... I appreciate it." Her voice is softer than usual, almost gentle. It's clear that she's struggling with trusting anyone after everything they've been through.

Eyla looks up at you with wide eyes, her expression filled with wonder. "You really do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the background noise of the store. She takes a step closer to you, her small hand reaching out to touch your sleeve hesitantly. "I-I... I never had anyone be so nice to me before..."

Kay clears her throat, not quite sure how to react to this display of emotion from her sister.

Kay and Eyla follow Jack out of the cell, their dirty potato sack "dresses" rustling with each step. They climb up the stairs and into the dimly lit main area of the abandoned house. The smell of dust and mold is overpowering, but at least it's warmer than the dank cell they just left behind.

As they make their way through a maze-like series of abandoned rooms, Jack leads them to what appears to be his living quarters.

The room is small but cozy, with a few pieces of sturdy-looking furniture and a warm fire crackling in the hearth. Kay sits down at a wooden table, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the food laid out before her. She digs in hungrily, barely able to believe that she's finally eating something other than moldy bread and water.

Eyla hesitates for a moment, eyeing the food warily. "You're sure it's okay to eat?"

Eyla shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "No," she whispers. "We can't... we don't want that."

"L-Listen to her," Kay says, stepping in front of her sister protectively. "We don't want anything from you." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the fear and uncertainty beneath her bravado.

Eyla looks up at Kay, her expression pleading for understanding. "But... we don't want to be owned by anyone," she whispers. "Not even you." Her lower lip trembles as she speaks, betraying the fear that lies just beneath the surface.

Kay glances down at Eyla before meeting Drew's gaze again. She takes a deep breath, trying to muster her courage. "Then let us go," she says firmly. "Set us free."

"Squishy squishy egg men?" Kay suggests with a shrug. Dark Lord nods vigorously. "Yes! Exactly that!" He says before downing another shot of whiskey.

Eyla looks from her sister to their new companion, uncertainty written plainly on her face. She feels like she's caught between two worlds, unsure which one is truly the right path for her. As they leave The World's End, still reeling from the night's events, Eyla grabs Kay's arm and asks in a small voice, "Do you think we did the right thing tonight?"

Dark Lord glances back over his shoulder at them before answering with a shrug.

"No! No, stop!" Eyla cries out as she sees Dark Lord fall, blood pouring from his chest. She drops to her knees beside him, tears streaming down her face, fear gripping her heart like a vise. Her sister Kay looks on in horror, feeling helpless as she watches their new companion die before their eyes.

The echo of the gunshot rings through the night air, and they can't help but wonder if it was real or just another drunken hallucination brought on by this twisted journey down The Golden Mile. As Dark Lord lies motionless at their feet, Eyla turns to her sister with a pleading expression in her eyes.

"What do we do now?" she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.