Gate of Memoirs/Loose Screws

The last thing Saya needed was another person without their head in the right place.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*—Level III Access
 	
*Saya shakes out her wrist and rolls her shoulders, letting loose a frustrated sigh.
*Saya: Too much to ask that this is someone's bad idea of a joke, huh...
 	
*The other inmates ran the gamut from wide-eyed to belligerent, but make no mistake: 13CF is home to some of the worst.
*And there was the small matter of why it earned its nickname—not everyone was sound of mind.
*Of course, no one is quite sure if it was really the facility's oppressive atmosphere that broke minds...
*The small keys, each a possible ticket to freedom, all seemed identical in shape and size.
*Saya knew just how this was going to go down.
*The panicked inmates would attack each other in a frenzy and hoard as many as they could, while finding the best way to try the lock.
*It was truly sobering how fear could erode one's senses, and it was only a matter of time before it all dissolved into chaos...
 	
*Saya: Let's see... We're already at Level III.
*Saya: It'll probably get more dangerous the lower we go.
 	
*Saya rounds the bend, and a ruckus causes her to jump.
 	
*A flash of light and several thumps later, a soft humming begins to fill the space.
*A bound figure, standing still in the middle of the hall, sways ever so slightly to some unheard rhythm.
Music: "Sky Fort" 	Music: "Sky Fort"
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: Hmm...Hmm...Hm-hmm...♪
*Straitjacket Girl: ...Hey.
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: You're just going to stand there and listen?
 	
*Saya: (She saw me...)
*Saya: (Her uniform looks so different from mine, though.)
 	
*Different was putting it lightly.
 	
*The girl was strapped into a straitjacket, leaving only her legs free.
*Attached to her ankles were two metallic devices, accompanied by the slightest hint of electric sparks.
*Straitjacket Girl: Collecting your keys?
 	
*Saya: Why? You're gonna strip me of them?
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: Silly. I can't move my arms.
 	
*Saya eyes the unconscious inmates around her.
*Saya: I'm sure you have ways.
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: Maybe.
*Straitjacket Girl: So. Let's get going?
 	
*Saya: Who said I was taking you along?
*Saya: You'd just be another competitor.
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: But you haven't cut me down with that big bad blade yet.
 	
*Saya: Doesn't mean I won't.
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: Why don't you?
 	
*Saya: And risk having you kick me in the face? You're probably faster than you look.
*Saya: Nice bait.
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: ... ...
 	
*Straitjacket Girl: Ahahaha!
*Straitjacket Girl: You're pretty funny, Miss Anthropy.
 	
*Ydra: You can call me Ydra.
*Ydra: It's more fun when you play games with other people, you know.
 	
*Saya: I don't recall asking for your opinion.
 	
*Ydra: Well, okay. If it makes you feel better, you can have my key.
 	
*Saya: ...What?
 	
*Ydra: Do you reckon I can unlock any doors by myself?
 	
*Ydra: I'll consider this a fair trade if we work together.
 	
*Saya: (She's definitely up to something, but...)
 	
*Ydra's key—this one a little larger and rustier—winks at Saya from the floor.
 	
*Saya: ... ...
*Saya: Won't say no to an edge, I guess.
 	
*Saya: But one wrong move and you'll meet the business end of this bad boy here. Got that?
 	
*Ydra: Aww, are you threatening me?
*Ydra: I guess I was right about you.
 	
*Ydra: Come on. Off we go.
 	
*Saya: Don't tell me what to do...