Priscy
"Help! I can't breath! Help!" she could feel her hands getting dead beat as she knocks on the wood in front of her. She's suffocating and all she could do is knock against it.
She's confined inside a tiny space.
"Help! Please." it's happening again. She's in retrocognition and and she's inside this box, suffocating.
"You have to keep still Priscy. Nobody will hear you out here. People just don't care."
She heard footsteps after the voice. It sounded muffled. Like something was covering his mouth. Or perhaps it's the fact that she's inside this box.
"We can't keep her like this."
"This is what she wants. We give her what she wants."
"Mom? Is that you? Please. Please, get me out. I can't breath Mom."
The events playing out right now is what seems to be the case she's working with Roland. She's inside Priscilla's body. Her memory.
"Mom. Please. I can't breath. Help me. Please."
"There's no use begging Priscy. Isn't this what you want? Confinement?"