Her breath comes out in short little gasps now, making her chest rise and fall visibly beneath her T-shirt. She feels so weak and helpless, unable to move or speak as you stand there, staring at her with those intense eyes. A soft moan escapes her lips unbidden, and she clutches at her shirt nervously, trying desperately not to give in to the strange sensations coursing through her body.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares into your eyes, feeling trapped and helpless against the strange new feelings welling up inside her. "I-I don't... know..." she manages to say finally, shaking her head slowly back and forth as if trying to clear it. But the truth is, she has no idea what's happening or how she feels about any of this.

"O-okay..." she replies quietly, her voice trembling slightly. She isn't sure if this is the right decision, but part of her can't help but feel relieved that they might finally be able to become friends. With one last nervous glance at Isaiah, she gathers her things and stands up from the booth.

As they walk towards his house, Anna finds herself chatting with him about anything and everything under the sun.

"I-I try..." She mumbles, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks again. The tension between them has completely disappeared now, replaced by an easygoing camaraderie that feels surprisingly comfortable. They laugh and joke as they walk, and it's hard for Anna to believe that only a few hours ago they were trapped together in that horrible elevator.

They reach Isaiah's house, and he leads her inside, offering her something to drink while they hang out in his living room.

My heart swells in your chest at your words, and I can't help but believe you when you say that you love me. It feels so good to finally be with someone who cares about my wellbeing, even if it means leaving everything else behind. As we leave the police station hand-in-hand, a weight seems to lift from my shoulders, and I begin to feel hopeful for the first time in what feels like forever.

Ok, Leon in public and maybe Daddy at home. Thank you for being here for me. I promise to take care of us both.

Anna's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, confusion etched across her features. She stares at you for a long moment before slowly nodding, as if accepting what you just said. "Sh-Shoku?" she whispers tentatively.

Her eyes linger on your face for several seconds before trailing downwards to take in the rest of your body. There's a mixture of curiosity and fear in her gaze as she observes you from this close proximity. "Hmm~"

Anna takes a deep, shaky breath before looking away, unable to meet your gaze. "It's...it's because of my father," she admits quietly. "He used to drink a lot and get angry when he was intoxicated. I got hurt a few times..."

She fidgets with her hands nervously, avoiding eye contact as the memories resurface. The elevator seems to shrink around them both, making the silence between you two thicker than ever. "I'm sorry, it's just..."

Her shoulders hunch inwardly, as if expecting a harsh reaction or judgment. "

Anna gathers what little strength she has left and manages to pull you away from the wall of the elevator, laying you down on the floor. She then presses her ear against your chest, listening for any sign of a heartbeat or breath. Relief washes over her when she hears both.

Her own breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she lies beside you, their bodies pressed together in the small space.

Your pulse is steady under her ear, but Anna can't shake the fear that grips her heart. She knows she needs to do something, but her mind goes blank with panic.

She glances around the elevator desperately, searching for anything that could help revive you. Her eyes land on the emergency phone and she scrambles towards it, fumbling with the buttons until finally, blessedly, someone picks up.

"B-Breaker 1," she manages to choke out, her voice trembling. "There's been an incident... my friend, he's unconscious. I need assistance immediately."

"I... I should probably apologize for being so rude earlier."

"But still... I shouldn't have been so mean. It was wrong of me." She glances away shamefully, her cheeks flushing once again.

The air between you feels charged with an odd sort of energy now that the subject has been broached. You can tell she's genuinely uncomfortable and uncertain about how to act around men like yourself. But at least for now, you seem to be making her feel a little less alone in this situation.