"Please..." the young suicidal woman in the Demon Gate World begged. Her voice drifted into Percival's and Lewis's minds, sweet and broken. "I can't bear it anymore... someone, save me from this..."
"Stop!" Lewis cried out, his voice raw as he stepped forward, raising a hand toward the balcony. "Don't do it!"
Percival immediately threw his arm out, catching Lewis rigidly across the chest and hauling him back.
"Stop that," Percival hissed, his eyes locked on the woman. "She can't hear you. She can't see you. She can't even see the Demons crawling all around her."
Lewis struggled against Percival's grip, confused and panicked. "What are you talking about? Isn't the goal of this Encounter Zone to stop her from killing herself? To save her? It's the Suicide Manor!"
"No," Percival said, eyeing the room analytically. "If we interfere, we are likely going to die."
Percival pointed a gauntleted finger toward the balcony. "Look closer. Look at the air around her."
