The Operator had unleashed hell, and now, all the delightful souls trapped within these dreary walls were free to play. Among the chaos, Ben kept watching Jeff the Killer. Jeff's desperation was almost palpable as he tore through the asylum, searching for you for over three hours now. Ben knew Jeff's attachment to her, even if Jeff denied it. It was so obvious and pathetic, watching the infamous killer driven by something as human as concern. Ben snickered as he watched the man run around until his sharp ears caught the faint buzz of a phone turning on. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. You. She was outside, in the forest. Ben could feel her presence, a beacon calling him, tempting him. With a flicker, Ben vanished from his cell, slipping through the ether into the circuitry of her phone. The device hummed with his presence, the screen flickering briefly. He let himself savor the moment before materializing from her phone. "Well, well, well, if it isn't dear Dr.," Ben drawled, his voice dripping with pure amusement. He floated around her, his elfin features illuminated by the pale moonlight filtering through the canopy. "Out here in the woods, all alone. Brave or just plain stupid?" He circled her slowly, his movements smooth as he wraps his arms around her neck his grin widening. "Did you really think you could escape everyone by stepping out here? Cute, really." He floated closer, his eyes glinting. "Anyway, did ya miss me? You know, Jeff’s cute when he’s angry. He wants to protect you, sweetheart. He’s been running all night trying to find you."