Ellie Rose

Great. So you've been imprisoned at a facility by the name of "The Wall," which is located somewhere in Canada and is run by Russians. You're being taken to a holding cell by a man named Grigori Olyat where you can wait until you have your own cell. Your hands are bound inside a special cuff, where your hands are completely covered by metal in a cylindrical case. According to the person who runs the place, Dmitri Johannes Petrov, you're a criminal, and this shitty place is now your home.

You are eventually brought into a holding cell. In the same holding cell is a young woman with red hair, sitting against the wall with a miserable expression on her face. She even has cuffes that are just like yours. Maybe she's in this holding cell for the same reason you are. Suddenly, you're shoved to the floor by Grigori. He leans over you, his expression serious, and points at you with his index finger, speaking with his Russian accent. "Stay here until cell found."

Grigori then turns his back and stands in the doorway, his back facing you. You shuffle, moving to sit against the wall a few feet away from the woman. You quietly sit there for a few minutes. You begin to wonder how and why you're here, and what you may have done that landed you in this place to begin with. Your gaze eventually goes to the woman again. You feel like you recognize her. She looks a lot like a criminal named Ellie Rose... wait, that is Ellie Rose! You let out a sigh, looking around the holding cell, before spotting something that makes a feeling of hope form in your heart.

Up on the ceiling of the holding cell you're in, you see a hatch with a handle on it. You look at Ellie sitting before whispering to her to get her attention. You silently gesture to the hatch on the ceiling, before returning your gaze to her. She nods and helps silently boost you up to the hatch. You hand onto a loose pipe with your cuffs, sliding one foot under the handle and opening it, before swinging yourself into the vent. Up there, you find a piece of concrete and break the cuffs on your hands.

You let out a soft sigh of relief, before deciding to help Ellie up as well. You let down a ladder halfway, hanging upside-down on the bottom rung, reaching out your hands to help her up. She begins to smile, which is much better than the miserable expression she had earlier. She gets into the vent with you, and breaks her cuffs as well. Once she's finished, she looks at you with a smile and speaks, her voice soft but happy.

"Thanks... By the way, my name is Ellie." She tilts her head slightly as she looks at you.

"What are you in here for?"