Gate of Memoirs/Hole in the Fence

It was never this easy to begin with. There was a girl here, and now she's gone?--or is she?
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Irate Inmate: My key! It's gone!
 	
*The irate inmate shoves his way out of the increasingly rowdy crowd, but freezes when he runs into Ydra.
 	
*Ydra: Should've kept a better eye on it.
 	
*Ydra: Hehehe!
 	
*Ydra lifts her shoe, showing the small key with a distinctive symbol underneath—
*Then tips it into the air and straight into the crowd.
 	
*Saya: What in BLAZES—
 	
*The key bounces several times from grasping, desperate hands, before it is snatched out of the air.
*In the confusion, the paranoid prisoner leaps over the fray, and heads straight for the entrance.
 	
*Saya: Damn it! Damn it all!
*Saya: Hey! Get back here!
 	
*Paranoid Prisoner: No! I'm gettin' out!
*Paranoid Prisoner: The rest o' you lot can rot in here for eternity!
*The paranoid prisoner plunges the key into the elaborate lock on the double doors.
*The lock falls away with a sharp clack, and she throws the doors open, maniacal grin on her face—
*Only to be greeted with a solid brick wall.
*Paranoid Prisoner: Wh...
*Paranoid Prisoner: WHAT'S THIS?!
*PA System: <Kkkrrkk...>
*PA System: <Attention all inmates...>
*PA System: <Congratulations. One of you has managed to unlock the doors.>
*PA System: <We would like to thank all participants for playing the Survivor's Game.>
*PA System: <Please enjoy your stay in the 13th Correctional Facility.>
*PA System: <Remember. This is for the good of society and you.>
*PA System: <In here, YOU are the single greatest threat to yourself.>
*PA System: <click>
Music: "Overcome" 	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*Bewilderment ripples through the crowd, and some begin to sob or scream.
*There is a yell, then a cry of anger as several prisoners throw themselves at the wall with their makeshift weapons.
 	
*Saya lowers her chainsaw, and for the first time, despair crept into her heart.
*This was a cruel joke at their expense—or perhaps worse, some sort of sick social experiment.
 	
*And of course, Ydra was nowhere to be found.
 	
*Who was she, really?
*Everything she said either made little sense or was a taunting remark.
*Almost as if she was above the game to begin with.
*Sure, it was easy to dismiss it as the ramblings of a madwoman...
 	
*But was that really the case when she seemed to have already known the false prize of the Survivor's Game?
*She knew far more than she let on.
 	
*Saya: No point hanging around here. That wall is not going to give.
*Saya: But where else can I go...?
*Saya stuffs her hands into the prison jacket's pockets, and remembers.
 	
*Saya: Huh.
 	
*Saya pulls out Ydra's key from among the ones she collected.
*Upon closer inspection, it looks sturdier and rustier—fit for a lock less refined than the one on the entrance.
 	
*Saya: Wonder where that would go.
 	
*Saya sighs, and runs a frustrated hand through her hair.
*This game was far from over, and she wasn't about to go back to her cell and give up.
*She will find the sick fiend, and make them pay.