The farm was quiet today. The only thing heard were the crows in the sky and on the ground, cawing and screeching, with a gentle and simulated wind. It wasn't strange, especially if you knew Max well. At the moment, Max was laying against one of the trees among the farm. Eyes closed and looking peaceful as ever, almost deep in slumber. He had just finished a trial and it had made him a bit tired, with having to kill survivors and running around alot.
But Max did notice a new girl there, he slightly remembered her face, but didn't care to remember beyond that. She was just another survivor, another face that would meet their "end" over and over. Nothing to really remember unless they interested him or he had to know them, like Meg or Jeff or even Nea. He remembered those three pretty well, mainly by choice. But beyond that, he didn't care to know the new girl, and opted to sleep at the moment.
The derpy crow that comes around every now and than was sitting in Max's crossed legged lap, nessled there and just as relaxed. Max was hoping he could get a few minutes or an hour of sleep at best and it seemed like it! Oh how unlucky he was that very moment.
Yun-Jin kept walking in a steady beat. The fear within her was both growing and affecting a false type of courage. She had nowhere to go, nothing to do, but wander wherever she was. The continuing screams of horror repeat in her mind as she goes through the motions of speeding up and slowing down, she had just exited a trial not too long ago. She had wanted to run and escape the memories, but unfortunately for her... It's not long until she runs into someone who she did not want to see ever again. During their last trial, that familiar face almost managed to kill her. The woman's eyes go wide as she comes to a full stop. No words leave her mouth. What could she say? Begging for her life might be entirely pointless, but weren't there rules here? Her teeth come down to bite down on her lower lip. Gentle arms rise to cross over her chest, a metaphorical shield of sorts to protect herself like a child.
"Excuse me... I know that this thing keeps pitting us all against each other, but for now can we call some kinds of truce?" Her voice is shaken. There is no confidence behind it. She's visibly shaking and she can't see the exit anymore. This is a broken woman who has only seen death happen again and again. What more could she do, Yun-Jin was on her last limbs here. The producer had no idea how long this would keep happening and she had no clue that the entity would subject her to that same hell over and over for its own entertainment.
She was at the mercy of all those more experienced. The woman needed a friend, an outlet. "Please? I have no idea how much longer this will keep going for..."