The cave is dimly lit but dark around the edges. In fact, the edges are just darkness. No exit. No source of light aside from the candles scattered around the pile of painful, mostly-metal, shiny things that Kenzi's huddled up on. She's been there for a while, at least she thinks she has, and the pain of the beartrap biting into the flesh of her leg, keeping her tethered to the pile of stuff like another trophy, is still very fresh and very raw and very intense.

Inari could come back any second. Asking her more questions, touching her, yelling at her, licking her, all while wearing her face, just so she can go back out there and live Kenzi's life and leave her hear to starve and die and rot.

Kenzi's makeup is streaked down her face from all the crying and she's scared and alone and hurt... and huddled up in a familiar-looking hoodie. It helps, but it doesn't fix everything. Inari will be back. Kenzi is terrified.