Her father takes her to work in the medicine cabinet jeny dies as she is pulled and forced into a cabinet that couldn't hold a three year old let alone her once the rotting corpse of her father reaches her and grabs her hand it was all over before I could act in any meaningful way before he arrived she appeard to almost go into a trance pacing farther and farther from the camp fire mumbling about how pointless it all was and is and how meaningless she was, that's when he arrived and took her from me forcing her through that tiny box on the wall saying to her that her new job is simply to fit in the box, as he pulls her through by her left arm and her facing forward she is pulled so violently and suddenly into the box that she is nearly cut in half as her back is bent the wrong direction and her vertebra and amusingly all other bones in her body are decimated in her terrifying reshaping, blood sprays from her and every side of the box like a fire work of gore showering the room with her blood where I inhale a single misty drop into my right upper lung I feel the presence of the curse almost immediately from her damned blood as the rest of her is sucked in and disappears, her face distorted broken bulging and skinned as if in one last horrible look at me.

He must spend 3 years in the position we ar walking when suddenly Ted is stopped by some odd man who starts dressing him in a lab coat and puts him in a strange uncomfortable and horrible position then says this is your function now, you must spend 3 years in this position before walking off into shadow leaving Ted as a living statue that will surely starve to death or die of exposure or exagstion. 

Must keep going

Puzzles to reach new sections

To get to the medical ward a sealed door circular with an ever shifting circular panel protruding from the wall directly next to it containing varying dials that unlock a new iteration 3 puzzles last one is somewhat broken and takes a long time to open due to a shudder covering half the screen that must be moved

Before that the offer to me as I had had cursed blood enter my body and was now subject to connection with my punisher

The world hums around me and my vision blurs and smears slightly with movement I feel an overwhelming aura and loss of controlling of my body as I feel both awake asleep and as if I am passing on to another realm of existence when my punisher finds me while walking through a shower section, before I see him I hear a voice of judgment asking and prodding my character asking what I seek and what is my function all while hanging on my every response looking for weaknesses and flaws to exploit so it can take me to my final purpose, as in this moment I feel the blood as an illness an insidious poison my punisher a semi round ball of giant eyes separated by gooey oozing Orangish flesh manifests squeezing from a corner of one of the decrepit open showers and says to me "your purpose and desire is to seek knowledge of this place and all that functions, you must go to him, your transformation cannot take place here” then he went as he came back to the seems between reality followed by echoing all encompassing wispers to seek the doctor the caretaker, then I set off alone and with the poison blood of my lover staining my lungs and condemning me to death or a fate worse, I find my way to the waiting room of the clinic and am handed a symptoms sheet or in this case sheets by a nurse, this place was strange, although this was the intake to the medical ward , either side of the semi hallway semi room, we littered with a handful or so semi rooms open to the air and filled with patients of varying ages thier family's and care takers all with no privacy and a desk off along a wall to the left with a clerk as would be seen at any normal establishment, the check in sheet was a maze of varying sizes and strips of paper all hand written and colored in I would say beutifuly done however, none the less it was a labyrinth in itself containing varying colors of charts and questions and statements that I assumed if you origami the pages together just right, with the right colors and orientation, and layering you could immediately discern the heart of the issue just on brief glance and the knowledge of only a mad man that could exist in this place, then I am approached by the doctor who I had talked to over the intercom next to the puzzling entry way and who had interviewed me about my troubling predicament, now I knew this wasn't exactly the doctor the entity was talking about or maybe it was but I knew for sure in that moment if I made eye contact with the caretaker he was talking about I would end up like Jenny or Ted, so as the doctor discussed his ability to treat me and the amazement of the duration I had been infected without damnation he led me through halls and rooms much like the one I had entered in on, until reaching my treatment section, right in the open like all the other treatment areas, although mine had a blind next to it, one of the portable ones on wheels that acted as a barrier, however the only thing it obfuscated was some medical equipment and a wall only a few feet from it, I follow the doctor avoiding facing any of the other treatment sections as I feel the presence of my punisher the caretaker watching me from somewhere beyond understanding, as we approach my section my family is there and although this is at first was comforting it is also deeply concerning as I have been stuck in some alternate hellish reality in a never ending office building for longer than I can remember, I mean Jenny And I were about to start A family, but in that moment while my hopfuly fake family was trying to comfort me the aura and the voice and whispers return as a male nurse comes up to orient some vitals equipment, he looks at me in horror as my vision distorts and I am overtaken by a malevolent purpose not of my own, I had tried to wash the cursed blood from me in the shower room but that would have require drowning myself, I had attempted to inhale water that streamed from the shower head and cough up what I could but the blood stained my avioli like a tattoo, I could feel it's permanence permeate me, so as I gazed upon my care take his screams my screams and the doctors melded as the blood demanded penance and sacrifice, my function would be the death of the medical department, the nurse started Sprouting black and yet glowing streams of icor from spots all over his body starting from the head down they sprouted into black haunting mushrooms of varying sizes dissolving his visage and spreading the reach of its damnation the doctor would have to cure me quick lest this plague spread unfettered.