[On Duty]<br/><br/>Hand in hand, Ophelia guides Father Nate into the Funhouse. "Do not mind the cheap theatrics of the beginning. Some of these attractions here are... metaphysically unstable. This is such a one." She giggles knowingly as they traverse through rocking floor panels and squishy foam filled bags rubberbanded in place to impede carnival goers. "This particular place is one that I have been exploring for quite some time. The farther in you go, the further away from reality you get... Until you reach the end."<br/><br/>A cold chill soon creeps along the floor, a sign Ophy knew to be a sign of entering the 'other' places within the Funhouse. "Come, this way." At a fork in the simple maze like window wall puzzle, the demon takes a right turn, and the window maze ends, the walls painted a flat grey color, and the cheap wooden floor sounds different when her bare feet pad atop the boards. Not ten feet away from the edge of the window walls, she stops, and turns to face Nate.<br/><br/>"This is the last chance you have to remaining naive. If you wish to really see what lies within this Carnival, then step past me. If you feel you have enough for your report, then turn back, and take the left turn at the fork in the window maze. I will leave this choice to you, and I will either meet you outside, or at the end of this maze." Slowly, Ophelia disappears...  her feet and hands first, then her arms and legs, then her torso, then her head, leaving just her eyes and lips floating in space. "I give you this warning however. Many of the denizens of the Labyrinth of Nowhere are fiesty, and some are just alien of mind. Enter at your own risk." And with a mischievious grin, the eyes and lips fall away like grains of sand, becoming nothingness.