As you approach the girl, she looks up. Her blue eyes are red from crying and her cheeks glow painfully form the salt in her tears.
“Please, they are not what they seem, they are going to eat me. Help!” The little girl holds out her hand, her gaze pleading you for help.
As you reach out, a voice stops you.
“Don’t.”
“She is evil,” another says.
“She is demon spawn.”
“Bad girls don’t get to play, bad girls need to be punished.”
As you look around, the rest of the girls have joined in a line next each other, they are pointing at you... No... At the girl in the corner, the one asking for help.
They are saying mean things about her… And their eyes are glowing.
Things have just gotten to a level beyond wired for your comfort zone...
What do you do?
Help the little girl in the corner?