Dwight is left in stunned silence, the only noises being Nea's whimpers and the beeping on Dwight's helmet. He is lost n his own, horrible thoughts right now on what he has to do to save someone else. Nea screams the best she can without speaking to catch his attention, snapping him out of his daze. An alarm sounds, signifying 45 seconds are left. He runs over to the clamp around Nea's neck, trying in vain to free her from it.
Upon touching it the doll laughs and says, "Mr. Fairfield I do not believe you grasp your situation: you are the arbiter of her life, there are no ways around this." After this the clamps move in closer as punishment, small trickles of blood moving down her neck. The clock strikes 30 seconds and not one drop of blood has left Dwight's arm. He just stares at the razor and think of the pain he would be in, how much it would hurt!
Another alarm sounds: 20 seconds. He finally makes up his mind and goes to the container beside Nea: razor above his arm. As he is about to start cutting he freezes in fear, the razor slipping from his grasp. Seconds seemed like hours as the metal blade flew through the air, falling down a shaft in the corner. Nea stared at Dwight as the clock hit 0. She screamed as sharp, metal pipes slowly closed on her neck and skull, hate, sorrow and desperation on her eyes as they drilled into her.
Laughter was heard from the doll as it looked at Dwight: "It seems you have not changed Dwight, you are still too afraid to bleed for friends." Nea's corpse falls out of her restraints, her head nothing but a bloody mush. "You may now search the box for your freedom, the puzzle is over." He reaches inside nd feels razor wire dig across his hands as he searches, only after feeling every inch of the box there is nothing. Laughter echoes around him, "Did you think it would be that easy?" After that the doll go limps, Dwight's white, blinking light now going orange and faster.
He frantically checks his map for the next box and rushes there, hoping to avoid sharing Nea's fate.