Prison Made of Books
Jim: We need to get into the library and the sooner the better. I'm afraid Jack is there.
Task: Pass through the library.
You see Jack curled up in a corner of the sofa, a chain around his ankle that disappears under the cabinet.
Jim: He is unconscious. Please pass the test, I need to bring him around.
Jack: I'm hallucinating already... Hello, big brother, I wish you were real...
Jim: I thought you couldn't get any thinner. Give me your hand. Pulse is normal. Look at me, watch my finger. Reactions are normal. How long have you been sitting here? Two, three days? Then I'll give you a shot.
Jack: I guess I'm not seeing things after all. Such concern mixed with medical terminology is not something my imagination could've created. Hey, I'm not going to die, what are you...
Jim: How to take the damn chain off? Puppeteer, what do you want? Why are you doing this?
The Puppeteer: Are you going to fight for his freedom?
Jim: Do I have a choice?
You found Jack. You received some points of freedom and some tokens.
Jim: Thank you for helping me find my brother. Now it's my turn to be tried. I have no choice, I am the follower and I know the Puppeteer. We're toys for him to play with. He won't let Jack go until he has enjoyed toying with us in full.
