.05 – captive
Haibara forced herself to keep cool, resisting the urge to spring to her feet, dodge all obstacles, and make a mad dash for the door. After all, that method obviously wouldn't work in such a situation.
"Think… let me think," she thought as she tried to ignore her tingling senses, to calm the adrenaline coursing through her veins, to slow her pounding pulse. The window? Too high, courtesy of her own creation. Feign death? Like that would ever work.
And what was this god awful, piercing shrieking that shattered her concentration even considering the state of desperation induced by her dire situation? A new form of aural torture?
By character, Ai was the type that secretly harboured hope underneath her cynical presentation. However…
All is lost, she thought to herself bleakly.
Why, oh, why had she agreed to karaoke night with Kudo?