Cage for the bird

Matt: It’s time for you to go to the attic, birdie. Come on, quickly.

Task: Go through the attic in the "cache" mode

The room is crowded with people. Matt has driven everyone here. It's strange, usually the living room served as a meeting place…

In the center of the room there is a huge bowl with measuring notches it' looks more like a pelvis. Nearby there are razors on the clean rag.

Matt: Finally everyone is here.

You look around. Indeed, even Ryan and Isami came. They wary look back at the door, almost imperceptibly covering John. But... Where is Jane? And Jim?

John: Everyone?

Alice: Yes, everyone who can come. And dear Miss Wallis and Mr. Firewood cannot join you. One's busy trying to pick a lock in one of the rooms...

The image of some unknown room appears on the monitor. Part of the furniture is covered; dust is swirling in the air. Doctor is really there, fumbling at the door.

Alice: Say hi to your brother, Jim.

Looks like he's heard. Jim turns. It can be seen that he says something, comes closer to the camera, throws up his hands, but the sound is muted. The screen goes black.

Matt: No harm will be done to your doctor while you play by the rules. Unlike Miss Wallis.

The monitor turns on again… you see the girl tied to a chair with a thin needle stuck in her hand. Blood is slowly dripping on the floor.

Matt: But you can get Miss Wallis back intact if for every drop of her blood you'll give seven drops of yours. The girl is tiny, so there is only about five liters of this life-giving liquid in her. So you have to give thirty five.

John raises his head to the camera. His face is surprisingly calm almost frozen.

John: And Jim? Do we need give our blood to redeem him too?

Laughter.

Matt: No. Mr. Firewood will join you all by himself. With the girl or alone - it depends on you. I give you twelve hours.

John gets up. The others are still not moving, stunned by the news. Hostage. Threats. They are not accustomed to this. Man comes to bowl, raises one of the razors. Exhales. Cuts his wrist.

Blood trickles flows from the fingers, drops breaking on the bottom of the bowl. People begin to stir from that sound. Jack stops in front of the man, looking appraisingly.

Jack: You don't have so much blood in your whole body. Even if we put you through a wringer, and Jenny I'm sure won't appreciate such a sacrifice.

He cuts not the wrist but the palm familiar to wounds.

Ryan: Idiots.

Ryan takes the prepared tape from Isami, helping her to bandage John's hand.

You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens

Ryan: We have twelve hours instead of minutes. It's more than enough time.