[Video]
[As the video comes on, it reveals a blond woman hunched down in front of the fountain, seemingly in pain. Unable to keep the camera still, her wounds can be seen slightly by those with sharp enough eyes. Her hair is singed and burnt, a fair bit would have to be cut if she wanted to appear presentable, and what could be seen of her shoulders was burnt and warped...all the signs of either being in a fire or tortured. Both, in her case.
It's a long moment before she can put any words together; when she does, her voice is soft and pained. She has to stay conscious long enough to get help, she knows this, it’s just a matter of finding the words.]
I don't...know where I am...but please...I need help...
[She knew it wasn’t as severe as fourth degree burns, she could still feel the pain, but it was severe enough that she couldn’t take care of it herself. Unable to hold the device anymore, she lets it fall to the ground and silently prays that someone heard her, that someone knew where she was and could offer the aid that she so desperately needed. If she didn’t receive help, either the burns or the deep wound in her stomach would do her in, there was no doubt about it in her mind.]