She opens her eyes. Her face is covered in blood. She appears to be surrounded by twisted trees in this abysmal dream. Under a toxic blood red sky, ghostly clouds quickly pa**ing by. “Please! Can someone tell me, this place wherein I dwell, where does it reside between heaven and hell? Am I dead? Am I dead?” But her questions merely echo away into nothingness. There are voices calling her name from the blackest corners of this phantasmal void. “Gretel, join us! Join us! Join us in d**h.” Malevolent entities shaped and twisted in hideous ways. No mind of human kind could have architected such an infernal place. Under a toxic blood red sky, ghostly clouds quickly pa**ing by. “Please! Can someone set me free! I'm being held in a nightmare. I'm kept in purgatory!” Finally she stumbles on this trail made of candy. Like a hungry bird feeding on crumbs of bread, consuming them one by one, hopefully this trail of delicacy leads towards a better place ahead. But no, it leads her further and further into the darkness. It reeks of burning flesh, then the trail suddenly ends... There's a dark presence lurking in the shadows. It just entered purgatory because the body was cauterized within the fires of reality. The spectral corpse of the clown was heavily burned. Her brother's murderer has returned... A stifling feeling when his charred hands take hold of her. She cannot move. She cannot defend herself. When will this suffocating dream finally end? The stench of burnt flesh becomes the smell of alcohol, and when her ba*tard father shuts the door behind him, she realizes: It was just a dream. The real nightmare continues in reality. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.