GAME OVER.


You open the door. It creaks.  As you slide in,  you see a small cradle. The crying gets louder. You move towards the cradle and reluctantly look into it. Surprise! It's empty!

Suddenly you feel a small hand on your legs. You find a baby playing. You pick it up and it turns its head around. All you can see is a brutal, bloody face as if different skins have been sewn together. And are those NUTS?! 



The skin where the baby touched you starts to peel off and bit by bit, your entire body starts crumbling. The disfigured baby is nothing but your own self smiling back at you as you stand there without any layer of skin. As you scream in agony, the face just smiles back at you. You bleed to death at an excruciatingly slow pace.


It's a dead end. Try again - this time go up the ladder.

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