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While walking to your best friend's house, a strange man dressed like a pastor comes up from behind you. [[Run.]] [[Stay behind and see what he wants. Surely he can't do any harm.]]

Utterly scared and confused, you pick the apple. He unties your wrists, although your ankles were still tied to the chair, and allows you to pick it up out of his palm. Once you do, however, you see an unnatural glint in his eyes that you can only assume would be one of a serial killer. Still, he doesn't say a word---instead, his sunken eyes bore deep into yours as he waits for your next action. When your stomach growls, your hunger begins to feel painful. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠰⣦⡀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣄⣿⠿⠛⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣶⣾⣶⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀ ⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀ ⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠋⠉⠙⠛⠋⠀⠀⠀] You only have one choice. [[Take a bite]].

The strange man smiles, and it's almost uncanny, because the way his face moves is almost as if it's being manipulated by string. It's a smile that makes you question if you did something wrong, but when he crushes the apple in his palm, chunks of unpleasantly sticky juice drip between his fingers. He threw the remnants on the ground, and in an instant, his hands were clean once more. You were terrified. By a multitude of things, but namely, the sudden use of magic. It was odd. It wasn't what you expected magic to look like. Rather, the remnants of the apple glitched out of existence. You started to realize that you're in deeper sh*t than you initially imagined. "Joseph," he uttered. "What?" you blinked rapidly, tilting your head. "My name. Your pure nature has earned you the right." 'Pure'? You didn't understand what made you so 'pure', but you decided not to question it too hard, else he might take your life for asking. ⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠴⠒⠂ ⠠⠶⠿⠿⣟⣦⣤⣤⣴⡶⠞⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠏⠀⠀⠘⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ [[Blink.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⡀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢧⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣤⣀⠈⣯⠛⠛⢛⣁⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀ ⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠻⠄ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡟⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠛⠟⠙⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀] "I see. So, you submit to your sins. I must release you from your impurity, it is what ''God'' desires." says the man, and as your teeth sink in for another bite, you feel the gravity of his words. "I-I'm sorry?-" //!?// The scent of arsenic fills your senses, and you lose consciousness for the very last time. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''// BAD END//''

⠀⠀⢀⣤⠴⠖⠛⠛⠛⠛⠓⠒⠢⠤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀ ⢀⣠⣤⣴⡾⣿⠟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⡷⢦⣄⠀⢄⠀⠀ ⠀⠽⣿⡉⠀⢿⡀⢿⣿⣥⣼⠏⢸⡇⠀⠈⠹⢦⡉⠀ ⠀⠀⠼⠳⣦⣈⠳⣄⣈⠉⣀⣴⠟⣀⣠⡤⠤⣬⣽⡄ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠻⠿⠟⠚⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Pure white. That's the only way you could describe this room. No visual stimulation whatsoever. You couldn't smell, hear or see anything but a blinding amount of white. "Don't worry, child, for you will soon be graced with the opportunity of a lifetime," said a disembodied voice, "I present to you: The Deal. Beside you, there is a room with someone in the exact same situation as you!" Suddenly, a pillar appears in the center of the room. It was a glass case, full of...tons of money? "You and the other person collectively have one million dollars right in front of you. Choose to split the money, and you both get to keep $500,000, and possibly escape with your lives. However, should you choose to take all the money, you can only have a chance of surviving if the other person chose the half. Do you understand? Well, enjoy yourself! You have three minutes." Three minutes?! That's diabolical. A timer appears in front of you. [[Take all the money.]] or [[Take half of the money.]]

You may have asthma, but Mama said don't trust no stranger. Before he could even step within your personal bubble, you ran for your life, and into... (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[⠀⠀⠀⠠⡤⠤⢀⡴⢦⡀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⣴⡏⠀⠀⢹⣦⠉⡏⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠁⠠⠀⠀⢄⠈⠻⣧⡀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢻⠁⠀⠀⠑⠒⠒⠊⠀⠀⠈⡟⠂⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⢀⡀⣠⢠⡤⢤⣰⠀⡆⠀⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⠠⠤⠼⢸⣤⣼⡸⠤⠧⠀⡇⠀⠀ ⠠⠤⠼⠤⠤⠤⠼⠿⠿⠥⠤⠤⠤⠧⠤⠄ ] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[or] ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[⠀⠀⣠⢤⡶⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣶⢦⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢉⣻⣿⣿⢟⣿⣿⣦ ⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⣴⣶⠿⣟⣿⣯⣾⣿⣿⡿⠋ ⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⢯⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀ ⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡀] [[your best friend's house]] or [[the road, hoping somebody will stop for you]].

Assuming he was just going to talk about some church and then leave, you prepared to tell him no and walk away. I mean, what's the worst that could-- ''//[[WHACK]]//''

You're blindfolded and sitting inside of what you can only assume is a van. Panic settles in your veins. Rapid and painful, like a poison. Considering your only experience with kidnappings was with hot guys in Y/N fanfictions, you didn't have much knowledge on what to do next. You tried to count the minutes it took to arrive, like in those detective movies, but in the end, you gave up. There wasn't much else you could do, considering you were tied up, blindfolded, and gagged with duck tape. [[You try to look around and find a way out.]] or [[You're too scared to move, worried he might try to kill you if you do.]]

Your palms become sweaty as you imagine the possibilities of what happened to him. There weren't any clear signs of resistance, but the thoughts were consuming you. Second by second, you feel your mind slipping away, begin hyperventilating, and feeling the air leave your every being. "Damnit...my inhaler...!-" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ''//BAD END//''

With unsteady hands and an unsure mind, you reach for your phone to call 9-1-1. The amount of shakiness in your bones causes it to go flying out of your hand, past the threshold of the front door. Wait. The threshold...? Didn't you close the door? [[WHACK]]

The buzzer rings so loudly that you imagine it's penetrating the sound barrier. You cover your ears in any attempt to escape it, but your hands aren't strong enough of a force. After about 10 seconds, it stops. Utter silence. The pillar disappears and the room goes pitch black. And then, out of nowhere, you hear a bloodcurdling scream. "Your sinful actions have affected not only you, but the other person in this situation. Fortunately, there's one way you can repent." Suddenly, you're bound by your ankles and swung up to the ceiling, legs in the air and head facing the ground. A singular, sharp spike emerges from the ground, directly in line with your brain. You can't escape it. And all at once, the room was coated in a crimson that could never be erased. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''//BAD END//''

"How noble of you, choosing the path less tread upon! Good news though. That person wasn't real, and neither was the money. But, you are one step closer to true purity! I'm almost proud of you." said the priest's omniscient, disembodied voice. The pillar disappears. [["Why do you keep saying that? Stop calling me 'pure'."]] or [[You silently enjoy his praise.]]

You almost regret saying it, but once a couple, ominous silent minutes pass, you realize he likely decided to ignore you. What a f*cking weirdo... Suddenly, you're back in that cobblestone room like before. Before you, a new addition. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It was a TV screen, and on the display was... your best friend, tied up. "Holy sh!t, dude are you okay???" you fought against your restraints, not realizing that, in your panic, the video was pre-recorded. It was a video of them being set free, by the very priest who had you tied up, and sent home safely. [[You breathe a sigh of relief.]] or [[You lash out, in envy of their freedom.]]

Despite your predicament, your cheeks burn red. You've never felt so...accepted. With your newfound, and very slight, admiration, you try to remind yourself that you are indeed, still captive. "...Thanks" You could almost sense the change in his expression. You imagine he's a little surprised by your response. Luckily for you, you're able to verify when he walks into the seemingly endless room from a hidden door. There was no seeing what was outside of the door, but that no longer mattered when he...took you by the hand????? "You are on the path to greatness. Keep up the good work, and soon, you shall escape retribution." he cooed, with a low tone. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[//Does he know what he's doing? Wait, what the hell? "What he's doing??" What is wrong with me???//] The feeling grows within you, and you feel yourself become overtaken by a disturbing presence... and it consumes you. ''//...FREAKY END?//''

After a quick glance around, you find that the door of the van was...unlocked? You glanced at the perp, tracing his hands with your eyes, ensuring that he wouldn't notice as he drove at precarious speeds. Once you were sure you would be safe, you shimmied your back towards the door, hands to the lock of the door. ''//CLICK//'' "It opened...!" Oh god. It opened. You really didn't think this through. Tough luck though, you were already falling out of the door, head hitting the ground. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''//BAD END//''

You decide to stay put. It doesn't feel any better, but you find comfort in your freeze state. Once you arrive, he tosses you into a mysterious room and ties you to a chair. Once he removes the blindfold and duck tape, you take a good look at the tall, built man in front of you. He was actually quite...attractive, blond, with a distant stubble and a messy combover and eerily enchanting blue eyes. However, he had the deepest eyebags you had ever seen, and they took up the real estate of his face, second to his thick brows. He looked even scarier alongside the dreary stone walls of what looked like a tunnel with an average-sized door. It seemed like there was more to this place than this, but being tied down to a chair doesn't necessarily make for an easy exploration. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠰⣄⣴⡶⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⣛⣿⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠆⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⣠⣶⣶⣶⣦⣽⡿⠿⣿⢿⠿⠃⣀⣠⡤ ⢺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⡟⠋⠀ ⠈⢿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀ ] The man doesn't give you any more time to analyze the situation before asking, "[[Apple]] or [[No]]?" He presents an apple in hand, and nothing in the other, palms out in both instances. ⠀⠀⠀⠀

The next time you blink, you're still sitting in a chair. This time, a table appears in front of you, with a feast fit for a king. Lavish displays of all your favorite foods before you, enough to make a grown man drool. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⡼⣄⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣤⣤⡨⠉⣿⡸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣖⣒⣒⠲⢀⡀⠐⠀⠐⠢⢤⣾⣗⣣⣾⣿⠧⠀⣨⣗⣀⠀⣠⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣀⠀⢨⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⣏⣰⣶⣄⣀⠁⠀⠹⣦⣴⣿⣷⣶⣿⠯⠿⣭⣝⣰⡥⢤⠀⠀ ⠀⣸⣿⣷⣍⠉⢋⡉⠍⢙⡋⠽⠖⠱⠭⠞⠋⠯⠿⠹⠤⣯⣽⣽⣛⣛⣛⣚⣋⡽⣼⠀⠀ ⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⡗⠀⠈⠀⠈⠛⠂⠒⠒⠊⠀⠉⢉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣧⢀⣤⡠⢤⣄⢤⠤⣄⠄⣤⣦⢿⡢⣀⣀⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠃⠀ ⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⡟⠀⠉⠑⠈⠉⠘⠈⠉⠈⠁⠈⠈⠙⠉⠙⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⢺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣴⠶⠶⠶⠖⣿⣿⡟⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⢸⣿⣄⣼⡖⠒⠒⠒⠛⠋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠘⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠿⠁⠀⠙⢻⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Eat up, for all children of the almighty must be properly fed." Joseph stood behind you, caressing your hair between his fingers as he whispered into your ear. Gross. "What a disgustingly pervasive way to speak to someone," you spat. "So, what? You're telling me you're //not// hungry right now? It would be such a waste if all these generous offerings were never to be eaten..." he cooed, taking a step back to meander his way around the table, picking up different food items to taunt you, just to set them back down in their designated plates. It all smelled so enticing, you could feel your mouth watering, saliva pooling below your tongue. The can of Sunvista beans in the corner was...odd, but it could be avoided. Everything else on the table looked so inviting that you //almost// missed the sight of a fly buzzing past a nearby drumstick. "Eat up, dear." [[Eat]] or [[No way.]]

"That's so unfair! Let me the hell out of here you creep!" you shifted your wrists, despite the sensation of rugburn, tried kicking and breaking through the rope around your ankles, and thrashed about, all in hopes of eliciting some sort of response from the man. "Hm, is that so?" (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[//I hate that ugly man's voice.//] You can't even lie, he was anything BUT ugly. But now wasn't the time to think about that, as your restraints suddenly...dissolved? The TV fizzled away and so did the priest's voice. Behind you, the loud, prolonged creak of a door. You quickly stood up before he changed his mind. [[Go through the door.]] or [[Stay put.]]

[WARNING: this one's a little graphic at the end, nothing crazy, but if you get squeamish easily, just skip to the end.] Cautiously, you bring yourself to the arch of the doorway. That first step past the threshold of the door made the weight of gravity feel like it was a million pounds. You were scared, but determined. "I have to get back home." you muttered under your breath. Past the door, it was pitch black. Your eyes couldn't adjust for the lives of them. Moreover, the stark silence was deafening. "Hello...?" "Please help me...I'm so sorry..." Silent wails began permeating the once silent space. Oddly enough...this person had a tone to their voice that was...familiar. Bones full of reluctance, you continued to walk forward. A soft glow luminesced the space around you as you continued on. "W...Who are you? What are you doing here?" "He took me too...He got me before you..." "Huh? Do I know who you..." A glimpse of purple and gold glimmered in the darkness---a necklace. "Oh no...Oh no, no, no, dude I'm so sorry, I-" Your head begins pulsating, a throbbing migraine that has you on your knees in agony. Slowly, your eyes trail back up to find your best friend. Well, what was left of your best friend. On the left hemisphere of their skull, something resembling a horn tore through the side of their head. It looks like it grew from within, ripping through the socket of their eye, and up through their damp, bloody hair. And they were losing blood, fast. You, on the other hand, felt your heart nearly stop. Now, you were on all fours, with the exception of your left hand clutching your head in a frenzy. "God, everything hurts so badly...I...I can't-" "Well don't call for him //now//." a pair of black slacks and expensive-looking dress shoes present themselves in front of you. It's him. But f*ck, nothing mattered when everything hurt so badly. You felt a pressure against the inside of your eye, an itch you couldn't scratch. With the tip of his shoe, he lifts your head by the chin. "Beauty is pain, dear." It wasn't just painful, it was a maddening sensation, like something was growing inside of your head, tears burned down your cheeks, and every fleeting breath burned within your lungs. You lean back to sit on your heels, a shaky hand rising to meet the jagged texture of the horn in your skull. "Retribution takes sacrifice." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''//BAD END//''

You awkwardly sit back in your seat, not trusting that the priest would be generous enough to allow you freedom. After a couple of silent minutes, you wondered if you did the right thing. But then, the door went away, and the TV fizzled back on. This time, the staticy, distorted face of the priest. "Continue to work towards redemption." and after that, silence. [[You breathe a sigh of relief.]]

Oddly enough, they weren't...home. "Huuubbbyyy where are you!" Huh. They're unemployed and lonely as hell. Where could they have gone? "Hubby?" You saw a purple and gold necklace glimmering against the black tile. It was...their's. Their grandma's to be exact. They never, //ever//, took that thing off. Oh god. They're gone. [[Allow the nerves to consume you.]] or [[Try to come up with a reasonable solution.]]

Jumping out into the road, you hear the loud, grinding sound of a large vehicle coming closer. You idiot. Didn't your mother teach you not to run out into the road? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''//BAD END//''

[TW: anyone with emetophobia, just skip this] You could no longer resist the scent of the mouth-watering food, just inches away from you. Reaching for a fried chicken drumstick, you start downing absolutely everything in your sight. At first, it was so fulfilling. The growl in your stomach that had been gradually growing over the course of your trials started to subside. However...the more you ingest, the more the food starts feeling...like raw mounds of flesh in your mouth. Joseph watches you with a sinister grin, as if he knew something you don't. It wasn't even a full smirk, it just looked like the ends of his lips were being pulled upwards. In a trice, the once-nice smell turned into a rancid stench, and more and more flies appeared on the scene. You stop and look closer at the food, and slowly, the facade of the scrumptious looking dishes melts away. Your eyes bore into what now look like heaps of raw flesh. You weren't sure what kind...but the way the population of flies grew, you weren't feeling too confident that it was any sort of animal. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠱⡄⠀⣀⣤⣀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⣼⣿⣿⣿⣇⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⣀⣀⡀ ⠐⠊⠑⢲⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀ ⠀⠀⠸⢿⣿⡟⠈⠛⠋⠀⠻⣿⡿⠃⠀ Despite yourself, you couldn't stop shoveling piles of //it// into your piehole. It was revolting. You wanted to vomit, and the taste was making you gag, a guttural feeling coming from the base of your stomach, but something sinister within you was physically stopping you from putting it down. The more you ate, the more you felt yourself slipping away. Your humanity. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ //''BAD END''//

[TW: If you have emetophobia, or a fear of maggots, don't read this, just skip to choices] You stop and look closer at the food, and slowly, the facade of the scrumptious looking dishes melts away. Your eyes bore into what now look like heaps of raw flesh. You weren't sure what kind...but the way the population of flies grew, you weren't feeling too confident that it was any sort of animal. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠱⡄⠀⣀⣤⣀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⣼⣿⣿⣿⣇⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⣀⣀⡀ ⠐⠊⠑⢲⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀ ⠀⠀⠸⢿⣿⡟⠈⠛⠋⠀⠻⣿⡿⠃⠀ "What the fu-" "Language." You suddenly found yourself unable to speak. "Now, now, don't knock it until you try it. I'm taking that as a no?" Joseph's typically neutral face morphed into a casual smile. Watching as maggots pass through the mounds of flesh made you have to bite back the bile attempting to escape. You try to speak again, and this time, it works. "Are you insane?!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣆⠀⣿⠀⢠⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⡏⠛⠛⣿⠓⠛⢙⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣷⣶⣾⢿⢷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠲⢶⣮⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣰⣶⣿⣷⣶⣘⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠶⠂⠀ ⠀⠀⠈⠟⣛⣋⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠘⠛⠻⣛⠛⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⢸⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⣿⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢘⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠒⠒⠂⠀⢸⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣷⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠐⣶⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣾⣦⣤⣤⢤⣴⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣶⠆⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠈⠉⢹⣟⣛⣛⣛⣻⣻⣛⣛⣛⣟⣿⣟⡛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠟⣩⣿⠛⣿⣿⡻⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡟⢡⣾⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣷⡦⢹⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⢽⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣗⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⢿⣿⣿⣗⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⡿⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⢸⣿⡿⠋⠀⠙⢿⣿⡗⢼⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣷⣤⣀⣤⣾⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢁⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣶⣶⣦⣽⣿⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣠⣽⣿⣭⣿⣿⣻⣛⣻⣛⣛⣛⣛⣃⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣀⣛⣛⣛⣛⣟⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣻⣛⣛⣛⣛⣃⠀⠀ ⠀⢰⣷⣶⣶⣿⣷⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣶⣶⡞⠀⠀ ⢀⣨⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣇⡀ ⠀⠈⠛⠛⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠁ Without further notice, Joseph snaps his fingers. You're now in a room with a king-sized bed and some cozy-looking furniture. It was almost like you'd traveled into a different timeline. The wallpaper--dark red with floral motifs--and the bed--silk pillows and velvet bedsheets. Even the furniture looked...dated. Everything was wood--and not just that, but lacquered wood. A grandfather clock loomed over you from the corner of the room. However, there was no door. [[Look around]] or [[Go to sleep.]]

⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⢀⣀⠀⡀⡀⠀⡀⠀⡀⡀⢀⡀⢀⢀⡀⢀⠀⠀⣀⠀⡀⡀⠀⡀⠀⣀⡀⢀⢀⠀⢀⠀⢀⢀⠀⣀⠀⡀⢀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⠘⣿⡏⣭⣭⣽⣿⣭⣽⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣯⣭⣭⡍⣿⡏⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢆⣶⣾⣷⣿⢿⠿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣾⣶⡆⢿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⣿⡇⣶⣾⣿⣿⡏⣩⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢻⣿⣿⣿⣶⢨⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠳⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠥⢣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢈⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⣿⣇⣛⢿⣿⣿⣧⣍⠻⠿⠿⡿⢿⡿⠿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⡿⠿⡿⠿⢫⣼⣿⣿⣿⢛⣨⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣆⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣛⣃⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⣧⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡏⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⡍⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⢿⣿⡿⢰⣶⣶⣶⡖⢒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⣒⠒⢲⣶⣶⣶⡄⢿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⢸⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⠋⣡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢹⣿⣿⣿⣶⢸⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⢸⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠳⠬⠭⠭⠿⠿⠿⠥⢣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⢸⣄⡛⢿⣿⣿⣦⡌⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⢡⣼⣿⣿⡿⣛⣸⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣌⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣩⣭⣭⣍⣍⣍⣉⣉⣁⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣷⣶⣶⣶⣤⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⢋⣴⣿⢃⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠿⣿⣇⢻⣷⣌⠻⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢇⣿⣿⠇⣾⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡆⢻⣿⣧⢻⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⢸⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⢸⣿⣿⢸⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡌⣿⡿⢸⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⡀⣿⡿⣸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⢡⣿⢃⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣧⢹⣷⠸⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀ ⢀⣼⣿⡟⠡⢟⣡⣾⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣧⣙⠳⠜⣿⣿⣆⠀ ⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠈⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀ [[Check the nightstand.]] . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣤⣼⣿⣧⣤⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡟⠀⢀⣀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⣀⡀⠀⢸⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⢶⣦⣤⣤⣤⣤⡖⠀⢰⣴⣦⣤⣤⣤⡖⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣟⣧⣾⣾⣿⣯⣭⣭⣥⣤⣬⣽⣿⣟⣛⣟⣃⣿⣿⡿⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⢟⣩⣥⣴⣾⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣶⣶⣮⣭⣭⣭⣭⣟⣳⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⡴⢋⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⡄⠀⠀ ⠀⠌⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀ ⠰⢸⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣛⡻⠿⠿⣿⣻⣿⣻⣿⣿⣛⣻⣟⣻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⢘⣿⣯⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣭⣿⣟⡻⢿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣝⡛ [[Check under the bed.]] . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⢟⣱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⡻⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠻⣴⣿⡿⠯⢤⣀⣤⠬⢿⣿⣿⣿⣎⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⣼⣿⣿⠁⠀⢀⡼⠉⢳⡄⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣷⢹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⢼⣿⠋⠉⢧⣠⠏⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⡴⠋⠙⣿⣿⣷⠹⣿⡀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣼⡿⣸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣧⢻⣇⠀ ⠀⢨⣿⢰⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⣿⣿⡇⣿⡆ ⠀⢸⣿⢰⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣦⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⡿⣫⣥⣬⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢸⡟⣯⠽⣿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣛⡛⣿⣿⣉⣿⣿⠟⣛⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡅⣿⠋⢻⡏⣿⣶⣿⡏⣾⠉⢹⡄⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣷⡘⠷⢛⣱⣿⣿⣿⣧⠻⠶⠾⣣⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠘⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠃⠀ [[Turn on the radio.]] . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣲⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢿⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ..⠀⠀⢾⡿⠂⠀ ⠀⣤⣯⣥⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⣯⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣿⣥⣭⣭⣭⣽⣭⣭⣴⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣾⣭⣤⠄ ⠀⠉⣽⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⠉⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢹⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⡿⣟⣽⣿⣿⢫⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣛⡍⣽⣿⣯⣛⢿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣷⣌⢿⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣡⣾⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡝⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡞⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⢱⣿⣿⣿⡧⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⢿⠃⣿⠘⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢹⢹⡇⣿⢸⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣼⡇⣿⢸⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠇⣿⠸⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢹⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡙⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⢀⣀⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣀⡀ ⠈⠩⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⠟⠁ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣿⣶⣶⣾⡇⣿⢰⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠷⠀ ⠀⠀⣿⡿⢹⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢻⣿⡏⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⡇⠸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠸⠃⠀⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠀⠸⠇⠀⠀ [[Check the wardrobe.]] . . . [[Done.]]

You toss yourself into the bed presented, wanting to rest after a long day. You weren't sure where things were going to go next, but you knew you needed rest to do anything about the situation you are in. [[Doze off.]]

Opening the drawer of the vintage nightstand, you find what looks to be a poem. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠖⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠶⠶⠶⠤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠿⠶⢶⡀⠀⢹ ⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⣲⡖⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠲⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⢤⣿⣷⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠛⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠛⠛⠓⣲⡶⠖⠒⠶⣄⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧ ⢸⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⢿⡶⠶⠦⠿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻ ⠀⠘⠻⠖⠒⠶⠶⠶⠦⠤⠤⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣆⠇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠒⠲⠶⠶⠶⠤⠤⠤⠤⠼⠷⣦⣄⣀⣠⣤⡾⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀ [[Read it]] or [[Put it back]]

You get on your knees to look under the bed, oddly enough, you find...what looks to be about one-hundred freshly-fried apples. "Bro...?" [[Look around]]

//We are Charlie Kirk// starts BLASTING from the cathedral style radio. "Okay...well, there's that..." [[Try to turn it off]] or [[Leave it on]]

You open the door to the wardrobe to find...cosplays? Specifically, green wigs beside blond wigs, with grey and green school uniforms... [[Look around]]

The grandfather clock chimed one last time, and then you never woke up. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟ ⠻⣿⢹⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⠇ ⠀⠁⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠟ ⠀⣼⣧⡀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⢀⣰⣿⠀ ⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⡆⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⢡⡌⢿⣿⣿⣦⣷⣼⣿⣿⠟⢡⠀⠉⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⠸⠇⡿⢸⡇⠿⠘⢢⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣼⢰⡀⡆⡖⣶⢰⢸⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ''//BAD END//''

You take a look at what's written down. "//And as I struck the match against the striker, I watched the flame’s slow descent to my hand. It danced, closer and closer. It was beautiful. The fire spread quickly. It started with my arm, permeating my rotten flesh. Then my shoulder, neck, and chest. And before long, it enveloped me. I screamed out in agony, and tears trickled down my flushed cheeks. Yet my grip on the charred stick remained. More and more, the smell of ashen, foul meat pervaded the air around me. The sounds of an unnerving sizzle filled the empty room. Anyone within a reasonable distance could tell I was burning. But it didn’t matter. Because I had already convinced myself, “The warmth is comforting.”//" "Interesting..." [[Look around]]

Why'd you even pick that then? [[Look around]]

It wont work. "-ARE CHAAARLIE KIIIIIIIIIRK, WE CARRYY THE FLAAAME!" [[Look around]]

"-ARE CHAAARLIE KIIIIIIIIIRK, WE CARRYY THE FLAAAME!" [[Look around]]

There was nothing else to check inside the room. [[Doze off.]] or [[Sit and wait, you still don't trust the man.]]

After a rough couple of minutes (which you lost track of), you did your best to stay awake, even going as far as to hold your eyelids up. A clock chimes in the distance. It was a sound so large and overwhelming, you felt the finality in its tone. "You have finally passed all the trials, child of the almighty. I present you now with the opportunity of a lifetime." [[Stay here forever and achieve true happiness, no one to bother or pester you EVER again--no more trials you have to complete. "I want to stay here."]] or [["I want to leave."]]

You rip your arm away from his grasp. "Why the hell would I care about your 'almighty'? You kidnap, torture, and eat people... I know I'm not the first. You toy with their feelings, promising some kind of 'true inner peace' and make humanity seem fickle and sad! Despite yourself, despite all this, you want me to...to stay with you?!" He provides no input but a smile in your direction, hands now neatly folded in front of himself. "Hah..." [[Stay.]] or [[Leave.]]

Joseph grins and takes you by the hand. "Then join me. Join //us//. The almighty will keep you safe! //''Forever.''//" . . . . . ''//GOOD END...?//''

"I...want to stay." You realized that...you didn't really have much of a supportive community outside of this place, and still, you don't even know what happened to your best friend. This seemed like the only choice. . . . ''//GOOD END...?//''

"I want out. I'm done with all the tricks, all the games, all of it. You don't fool me." You realized that, even if you didn't have much of a supportive community outside of this place, you still wanted to live your life, explore the world. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[//Some people probably do find solace here but... //] you didn't want to be tied down to a group of humans with questionable morals. This seemed like the only choice. ''//GOOD END.//''