Gate of Memoirs/Blackout

Passing out and waking up in a cell isn't a normal night out, but Saya seems to have plenty of experience.
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*Saya: Uuugghh.
*Saya: That's...That's the last time I spend such a wild night on the town...
 	
*Saya: ... ...
*Saya: Where the hell am I, anyway?
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Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*Saya sits up on the thin mattress, placing a weary hand to her head.
*The room is dimly lit, and smells vaguely of age-worn chlorine.
*The metal bars on the far end could only mean one thing...
 	
*Saya: Oh. Wonderful. I'm in a cell...again.
*Saya shakes her head. It couldn't have been more than twenty-four hours...
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*Rowdy Ruffian: Yeah?! Well c'mon down an' we'll see if yer skull is harder than me fists!
*Trash-talking Thug: Pfft, that's the worst threat you got?
*Trash-talking Thug: That little punk lugging the overcompensating weapon is leagues scarier than you!
 	
*Saya: Who're you calling a punk?
 	
*Saya: You wanna say that again? To my face?
 	
**VVVRRRRRRR*
*"Yeah... Okay, on hindsight that was a messy brawl."
*"Last thing I remember is a sharp pain in the back of my head. Must've knocked my lights out."
*"Probably those Corporation droids. Those aren't known for being particularly humane."
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*Saya: I guess that's one mystery solved. Nothing to do but wait...
 	
*Saya: Not! There's gotta be a way out.
*Saya: Let's see...
 	
*Saya creeps closer to the cell door, leaning up to peek out of the single slit of light near the top.
**creeaakk...*
**CLICK*
 	
*Saya: Whoa!
*The weighted steel door slides open of its own volition, causing her to stumble back.
*Saya: It opened?!
 	
*Saya braces herself for some sort of alarm—clearly this was an oversight and the guards would come running at any moment.
*The silence stretches on, before she warily pushes the door further.
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*Not a single person—not even in the other cells.
 	
*Saya: That's weird...
*Saya: Wonder what happened here.
 	
*Saya: Ah well. Now, where's my chainsaw?
 	
*—Level V Facility Storage: Confiscated Weaponry
**rustle rustle*
 	
*Saya: There you are!
*Saya: Hah, and you're still powered up!
 	
*Saya gives her chainsaw an affectionate pat before hefting it to her side.
*There's no telling when the guards would be back, but having some self-defense was always a good idea.
*No better defense than a great offense, after all.
*PA System: <Kkkrrkk... KKkkrrrkkk...>
*PA System: <Attention all inmates...>
*PA System: <Welcome to the 13th Correctional Facility.>
 	
Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*Saya: 13th...Correctional Facility?
*Saya: 13CF?! "The Madhouse?!"
 	
*PA System: <I see you have assembled yourselves. Good.>
*PA System: <The Survivor's Game is about to begin.>
*PA System: <There are only three rules. Pay attention.>
*PA System: <One. There are no guards or wardens. Only inmates such as yourselves.>
*PA System: <Two. The entire facility is at your disposal. Everything is permitted.>
*PA System: <Three. Each of you has a key. Check your uniform pocket.>
*PA System: <Reach the Level I Access with the correct key to escape and win your freedom...>
*PA System: <However, there can only be one winner in this game.>
*PA System: <Care to find out what happens to the rest? No? Then don't lose.>
*PA System: <Good luck, inmates! And happy hunting...>
*The distant clamoring of voices makes Saya grip her chainsaw tighter.
 	
*Saya: ...Huh.
*Saya: I don't know what this is about, but...
*Saya rummages around her in her prison jacket, finding no key whatsoever.
 	
*Saya: Starting at a handicap, too...
*Saya: Well, guess I know what I'm doing next.