>Admin, G2, get a Molotov together and Appease VelvetYou begrudgingly get up and exit the office. S-4M barely has time to tell you not to before you exit.
Heading to the third floor storage room, you grab the can of gasoline and quickly make a molotov with an empty wine bottle, around 1/5th of the gasoline can, and a torn off piece of cloth from a D-Class' outfit.
You meet up with Employee G2 and hand him the molotov, so you're not tempted to toss it yourself. He nods. "Thank you, sir." He hands you over the Salty Bathrobe, and you put it on, not wanting to be cooked alive
The two of you enter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F95fEFmZJm8 (INTERNAL THOUGHTS SONG) The bathrobe keeps you relatively protected for now, especially since she doesn't seem to be at full blaze yet. G2 pulls out his notepad and begins scribbling down notes, trying to avoid sweating too much.
Before either of you can react, the charred woman stands up. "You have what <span class="mu-b">he</span> threw. Give it to me." She raises a boney finger at G2. He slides the bottle towards her.
She picks up and cradles it to her chest. A weird look spreads across her face, the only way to describe it is a "non smile". Neither a smile nor a frown, somehow both.
"So, miss. Can I get a name? We do have a working title for you" G2 wipes the sweat off of his brow. "But a first name would be nice."
"..." Only the crackling of fire fills the air of the containment cell. G2 sighs, deciding to move on. "Alright, how has your first day here been? The current owner of this facility-" He nudges your shoulder. You wave at the anomaly. "wanted to visit to check up."
"Correct." You nod.
"The woman who set me in my place, it felt so wrong. Shouldn't women be put in their place by a man? Yet a befitting punishment." She dodges, or indirectly answers, the question.
"Gonna guess you have a husband." You spout out, rubbing the sweat from your head. Now THIS gets a reaction. <span class="mu-r">She starts shaking in fear, clutching the bottle even tighter.</span> Your head begins to throb.
<span class="mu-i">WHERE IS THAT WENCH? I ALREADY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THESE FUCKING-</span>
"no no please don't bring him here i don't want him to see me like this please don't." She's shaking like a leaf. Employee G2 tries to defuse the situation. "Miss, miss, your husband isn't here. You're safe."
"Please. Take a deep breath, I know some good breathing exercises." The two take in deep breaths in and out, while you're busy here trying not to fucking cook alive. <span class="mu-r">God, your endurance isn't as good as it used to be.</span>
Yet staring at that flame and molotov...it gives you the motivation to keep standing up. Drool leaks from your mouth. <span class="mu-b">A revolutionary's tool.</span> "I apologize, miss. As the overseer of this facility, I should've been more thoughtful." G2 nods at your brownnosing. You're well versed in the art of doing it when necessary.
