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As the guard keeps doing her damnable duty, you get another idea. It's time to ask her something - to gain information; to distract her. Both is good.
Tentatively, without rising her awareness too much you ask. "Where is the female dorms's infirmary? I've only worked in 'girls's."
In response the guard mumbles the instructions as she eyes some details you of your ID Card. The infirmary lies near the heart of the female dorms, in a special corridor. The instructions seem clear enough, even with your guide being evidently distracted.
Content, you ask once again. "Lady Guard, do you you know what's going with the whole upheaval in the hallways? It's unsettling me."
Right then the guard stops overlooking your ID, her eyes full of suspicion, and with a hint of indignation. Your heart stops when she pats your card with a gloved finger and calmly states. "This ID is fake."
The words chill you, and for a second the world spins. "W-w-w-whaaat?!" How?! "It can't be!"
Still calm, the woman shows your the card and pats it once again. "Here, and here, and over here. Someone did a great job forging it, but there are flaws never present in the real ones, like the logo being slightly bent to the left. Similarly, you have approved papers but you were so surprised about them?" Her gaze pierces you; burning you with it's newfound intensity. Then taking a deep disappointed sigh she continues. "Forgery is one of the heavily punished crimes. Can you provide any reason why I shouldn't report you to the authorities, if not outright gun you down?"
That woman holds the key to your very life! You can't end up like the others! You just can't stand there! And why did she need to be so thorough!? All others didn't care!
Steading your breath, you center yourself and meet eyes with the expectant guard - Her blue ones accuse you of wrongs you know you've committed and yet cannot admit. Although, unlike all other guards, this one seems not hostile, with her rifle still at her hips - she looks disappointed, disgusted even in your criminal deeds.
Yet, no matter how calm she seems, panic wells within you. Panic so unlike back then with the monsters - you could have fought back, not here. And what will they do to you? Is what awaits you not worse than death?
It's All in...
Any excuses? (This turn might be pivotal point in this version of the documents. No guarantees, no good solutions.)
> 'C': Fall unconscious. Let it go... (1d100) RES-1
> You didn't know it was fake, you just found it! Beg for forgiveness. (1d100, DC:75) RES-2
> Stay silent... Let fate run it's course.
> Cry Jaq sent you. Twice the charm, right... RIGHT? RES-2
> Deny the the fact of the matter. (1d100, DC: 90)
> Bargain for your freedom by ratting out Se-young.
> Escape to the bunker. (1d100, DC: 90)
> [RES60+] Fight the guard and die with honor and on your terms.
> [Aki] Break down, apologize, and wail in horror. RES-8
> Write in!
