Ragan looked around. She appeared to be standing (on what, she couldn't tell), in a featureless white void. Well, featureless, that is, except for two broad, sturdy-looking wooden staircases: one stretching up into nothingness, the other leading down into more nothingness. For some reason, it reminded her vaguely of Game 2.
"Well," she said, talking to herself, "I guess this is it. I AM in my own addventure. Ohhhh boy... I wonder if Scott is still in control?" Now, THAT was a scary thought. Ragan tried to think back: just how many times had she killed Scott, anyway? If this was meant to be some form of revenge... Better not to think about that, perhaps.
Well, no point in standing here all day. Taking a deep breath, she headed:
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