that interactive story I still care about

You keep the ribbon out of reach of her, and demand her to speak. But, seeing as demanding in the past has done nothing, it fails to produce answers yet again. By then, others have noticed the bar-code. They whisper something.

You are surprised. These people have never spoken before. You soon find they're whispering "Bermuda wormhole" over and over again. Their whispers turn to chatter, then to angry shouts and screams. They run towards the woman, and towards you. These people look out for blood.

There is only one thing to do.