<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">Her hit scored, slashing across the throat and pulling the head the rest of the way off. The body slumped to the floor, the shard of mirror shattering to tiny, unusable crystals, and there was a click of the door unlocking. Outside, there was a long street that went south and bent to go west. On the front door, though, there was a ticket pinned to the front, so she would see it before leaving. A Ticket to Artaud Theater.<br/>
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The lobby that Bliss was in was rather empty, the central circle devoid of anything. All of the doors except one on the left side was locked or jammed. Though, in the very center of the circle, there was a wheelchair, and on the wheelchair there was three things: A doll, a pistol, and a box of 24 ammo.</span>