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[On the 10^th floor there lies Diana’s corpse. There isn’t a lot of blood on the floor because it’s mostly absorbed into a thick woolen sweater. Some is spattered on her jeans, the wall and there’s also some on the floor, pooled where the fabric didn’t absorb it and spattered near the murder weapon.]

[A few feet away are her ice-skates with blood on the blades. It is all over the blades and on the back tip on another. Looking a little closer to the body there is a deep, jagged slice along the neck, a throat slit from ear to ear. The head has been tilted up to that the wound resembles a grotesque smile and a bit below the tear is the number 21. Her face is looking up and even in death she cannot give the facade of living. Her eyes have been gouged out.]

[On the 18^th floor there is an odd room but with a deceiving simple wooden door with a multi-facetted crystal door knob. Above the door there is a simple red glowing sign like found in most normal buildings. It reads EXit. The outside looks completely normal but for the large glass windows on both sides.]

[Welcome to the 'What If' room. In here you get to see what would happen if you were to go right back to where you came from. Like the other rooms of its type, other people can see what happens or, in this case, would have happened to you.]

((You know the drill everyone. Get together and plan. Make some delicious angst, drama or action using canon or warped canon, etc. If you don’t have another character in the experience you left, rare though it may be, monologue to you hearts content.))

[Diana is now in her room in an exact replica of the Statue of Liberty on the 17th floor. After climbing a fuckton of stairs she finally makes it to her bedroom in the torch. Now see here, Di has been: Drinking, Smoking, Helping with a rescue mission, Going to the beach, drawing on Vamps face, doing mathematics on Vamps face, dividing 42 by 0 and so on and so on and she is so fucking tired.

Stripping off the sneak suit and other articles of clothing she gets a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. After finally putting awake her various weapons she rummages in the drawer for a hockey mask and slips in over her face. Diana has slipped inside the bed and bundled up in a comforter. She is now sleeping and one can hear occasional mumbles and words.]

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