Well shit... Uh, well, you'll just trek onward!

The wall behind Jared closed.

Ahead of him is more of the same. Objects sticking out of walls.

This time, there's no stabby objects.

Just chairs, tables, VHS tapes, and various random objects.

TVs also were in the walls, each displaying home-video style clips of a young flint in the same jumpsuit 003 dons.

His hair is much shorter.

You would be much more uncomfortable if it weren't for you being so freakin' happy right now! Hahahahahaha.

The clips skipped, seemingly cutting someone out of them.

Childish giggles and a comforting woman's voice echoed around the hall.

"I love you, mommy!!" "I love you too, gamma." and other quotes could be heard.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

You walk faster.

The chasms around the path began slowly filling up with polaroids.

...

All of them were of a young Flint, his mother, and Esther. Some of them had a fourth person in them. A tall, dark man, donning square glasses with relatively messy black hair.

...W-Woah hey hey. Roll it back... That dude is kinda....

You attempt to find some sort of positive in this huge invasion of privacy.

As the path goes along, the videos have more cuts.

In between clips, static is shown. A face can be seen within the static. A sorrowful, seemingly melting face.

The expression was inhumanely sad.

You run.

As Jared began speeding up, screaming is heard, from the same voice from earlier.

"ITS NOT HIS FAULT ESTHER."

He runs faster.

Esther's side of the argument was redacted.

He bangs of the sides of his head.

"YOU AND YOUR.. LACKEYS WERE TRYING TO CUT HIM OPEN LIKE A TURKEY."

The tone was mocking. "OH, JUST TO SEE HOW HIS INTERNALS ARE DOING!!! JUST TO SEE WHAT MAKES HIM TICK!!" "HES NOT A FUCKING ANIMAL."

"t-Terminate? N-NO. Esther, y-"

"ESTHER PLEASE."

"PLEASE."

"I DONT CARE. HE ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE."

"PLEASE. GAMMA IS A GOOD BOY."

"H-" A door slamming can be heard.

The lights in the hallway turned red. All sound stopped besides a faint BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ of an alarm.

Does JARED turn around..?

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN

He looks behind him, over his shoulder.

The hallway began being flooded with a black liquid. At the end of the hallway behind him, the same face from the TVs is seen. It's a woman's face, contorted in a humanly impossible face of pure sorrow.

Her face looks nearly like a mask.

She screams "PLEASE. DON'T HURT HIM. PLEAAASEEE." Her voice is shrill and ear-piercing.

Arcs of purple lighting blast out from Jared's legs, propelling him forward as he runs.

The head of the woman screamed as it approached Jared. Jared is approaching a set of double doors, similarly designed to the ones from KATIE'S PATH.

Although, slightly less fancy and lavish.

You sprint with all of your force, folding both arms inward in front of you, intending to bash open the doors.

The doors were unlocked. They BLAST OPEN and shut behind JARED.

END SCENE.

Jared finds himself in a large auditorium.

Impossibly large. Every breath he takes has a slight echo.

...Fuck, FUCK!

NOT AGAIN!!!

Instead of auditorium seats, church pews sit in their place.

You run back to the doors, slamming on them.

They are locked.

. . .

There's a lettered pegboard above the doors.

TONIGHT: THE LAST S[o]N PERFORMS ST H V

There are letters missing.

The O in "SUN/SON" keeps changing from an O to a U.

There are two more sets of doors to the left (Jared's Left) of the doors he entered from.

Each of them have the same message, but with different letters missing from the song name.

AIR TO EN WAY EA

...

A guest list is also present. It's blank. Nobody in particular was invited.

Well, except for one name.

"Jane "Momma" Turing." It's crossed out.

Hahahahahahahahahaahhaha

This is fine. This is totally fine.

The pews look intensely comfortable, although the wood is splintered, the cushions of the seats are nice and neat.

Bibles in every book compartment, pencils in every pencil holder.

Well, not BIBLES, but rather books of SHAKESPERIAN TALES AND PLAYS.

On the stage in front, a lone classical guitar sits on a stand, right next to a seat.

In front of both lies a music stand.

This is the only instrument illuminated by a spotlight.

There are others present though.

A MUSIC MAN STINGRAY BASS in MINT GREEN, a DRUMSET with an unreadable logo on the front, a keyboard, and an unknown airline case. A backup guitar materializes beside the bass, seemingly on cue. It's an IBANEZ JEM-777 STEVE VAI SIGNATURE.

It likely holds instruments as well.

Jared: Go sit down.

You'll be here for a bit.

You eye up the guitar that just appeared, and sit in the front row.

Go have a closer look. There's stairs in the center of the stage anyway.

The stage is HUGE. a MAJOR venue.

Would be AWESOME for a performance. Acoustics are INCREDIBLE.

...Huh.

You know, this would be a perfect way to ignore what you're feeling.

...You mean, to...

...

Jared walks onstage and nabs the guitar.

The spotlight above him shines.

The guitar's in near mint condition, no scratches, no dings.

It's an eyekilling beauty.

God damn, man, this thing's just beautiful... You think you'll play a calming melody, to represent how happy you feel right now. You, you are so happy, and... And...

Jared, instead, plays THE RAGE.

The sound of the playing is amplified tenfold as arcs of purple energy form between Jared's hands and the guitar.

He eyes are wide open as tears roll down his face. He's sweating profusely. His face is hot, near feverish.