She backs up, still shaken from the experience, and seeing York with his creeping wires isn't helping either. She bumps into the thing behind her, craning her head up to see as it looks down at her.

Running sounded like the best idea, and she finally breaks away from the mental hold and bolts down the hallway into darkness. She can hear the monster lumbering into motion behind her, the whispers start up again; like echoing reverb that shakes her soul. Hey, maybe if she killed York too, she'd move another rank on the board?

She doesn't stop, instead trying to focus on getting as much space between the monsters and herself, trying to get out of earshot of those whispers. Sorry York, she'll feel bad about abandoning you for a hot second.