Ask Leslie what she knows about the situation.
From Create Your Own Story
"I don't know anything," she mutters through tears. "I was closing up the store at the end of my shift, and I could hear people screaming. I stayed inside and tried to call the police, but no one answered the phone. So I sat here and waited, and I didn't decide to try and leave until a few minutes ago, when you saw that man attacking me."
"And that's it? That's all you know?" You ask, hoping to coax something out of her.
"That's it. I have no idea what's going on." She says, wiping tears from her chubby little freckled cheeks.
"Well," you say, slumping back to the floor next to her. "Shit."
