She recovered from her initial shock enough to take another step in and close the door behind her, corners of her eyes tightening as that only seemed to make the music louder. It seemed that she could barely even catch her breath with the way the bass rattled her entire body. Getting rid of the noise became her first priority, even over attending to the injured young man in the chair. She couldn't do anything if she couldn't even hear herself think. Wrenching her eyes away from the grisly sight of the chair, she searched around the room, hoping to see an obvious sound system that would allow itself to be shut off.
The music was all-encompassing, coming from what must be a surround sound system, but she was finally able to find the elctronics that kept the music alive. Crossing the room with a purpose, she passed the chair, a cooler breeze swirling behind her, and hit the power button on the stereo system. The sudden silence was almost confusing, the only sound Deirdre could hear for a long moment was her own breathing, and then slowly, that of the only other person in the room.
She turned to face him again, looking at him closer this time, and seeing the myriad lacework of cuts covering him, displayed near perfect by the way the ties kept him upright in the chair. While a small, quiet part of herself was crying out with horror at the shock of such a sight, something else kept her calm enough to walk closer. She stayed quiet for a long moment, icy eyes on his, before opening her mouth to speak.