Eve groaned, and sat up slowly, holding her head in her hands. "Oh, my head. What happened?" she moaned in agony. Her head felt like it was splitting open, though the pain was fading somewhat. She looked around and noticed that she was in the ritual circle. She slowly and painfully got to her feet, her entire body aching. She looked around but didn't notice anything strange. She picked up her ax and said, "Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do now. Press on. See if I can find a way out."

Eve ended up using the ax quite a bit, to clear out her path. After that, she stopped to listen to a recording. It was recorded by someone named Sammy Lawrence, and Eve was hoping that there would be a helpful hint in this recording. She was sadly disappointed.

'He appears from the shadows, to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray that you hear me. Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace. But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?

Shuddering, she turned away from the recording, only to shriek in fright when she heard a voice say, "I said, can I get an amen?" Eve looked around frantically, but couldn't see anyone. She scratched her head in confusion and shrugged. This place was messing with her head.

While slogging through a particularly ink-filled hallway, she noticed a figure walking by. "Hello? Can you help me?" Eve shouted, while trying to run through the ink. Turning the corner, she was shocked to find that he had disappeared. "Where the hell did he go?" she exclaimed in confusion. She shook her head and continued forward. She encountered a large metal door that required three switches to open. 'Oh come on! I don't even know what I'm looking for!' Eve thought angrily to herself.

Walking around, Eve discovered by accident that she needed to press three buttons. Along the way, she decided to have some fun and use the ax to chop up the cutout that was next to the bacon soup shelf. Pressing the button next to it, she turned around and stared. The cutout had magically reformed itself and looked as good as new. Eve cautiously poked it, then abruptly whirled around and said, "Nope, nope nope. I'm not going to question it, or I'm gonna lose what's left of my sanity!"

It took her about half an hour, but she found all the buttons and walked rather grumpily back to the door and pulled that lever. When the door slid open, she stared in horror at the boards blocking her way. Eve sighed in despair, then squared her shoulders and got to work. Getting all the wood out of her way, (she piled it off to the side in case she needed to make a quick getaway) took her about five minutes. She finally looked around, and was kinda impressed by what she saw.

A large sign said that she was in the Music Department. In smaller letters below it, the words 'Music Director: Sammy Lawrence. Eve cocked her head to the side and thought to herself, 'So Sammy was the Music Director. I wonder how much he didn't like Joey.' She then spotted another cassette player standing up next to the sign. Walking up to it, she saw Sammy's name written on it. 'Guess I'm about to find out.'

'So first, Joey installs this Ink Machine over our heads. Then it begins to leak. Three times last month, we couldn't even get out of our department because the ink flooded the stairwell. Joey's solution? An ink pump to drain it periodically. Now I have this ugly pump switch right in my office. People in and out all day. Thanks, Joey. Just what I needed. More distractions. These stupid cartoon songs don't write themselves, you know.'

Eve stared at the recording and said aloud, "Poor guy. Joey must've been a real idiot, huh? Wonder why he stuck around?" She heard an odd sound. It sounded kinda like a chuckle, but also very liquidy. Looking around, she saw an ink thing. It didn't look human, but it was wearing a very dapper looking top hat. It was holding a valve in its hand, and it was looking at Eve. Eve blinked and tensed, waiting to see if it would attack her.

The thing, whatever it was, didn't attack, though. Instead, it took its hat off and sorta bowed, then held out its hand. Eve very gingerly shook it, then grinned. "So, are you going to help me? If you don't want to, I understand." Eve asked. The creature looked at her, then nodded its head. Eve took that to mean that he; at least, she hoped it was a he; was going to help. "Well then, I don't know about you, but, I need to use the lady's room. Know where one is?" she asked sheepishly, kind of embarrassed.

Her new friend nodded, then vanished through the floor. "Hey! Where did you-" Suddenly, the light flicked on and the large metal door she noticed off to the side opened up with a clatter. The ink blob popped up next to her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her down the hall and into a little area that said infirmary. Off to the side, there was a large bathroom with a wall of sinks at one end. The toilets were stalled off, thankfully, and the wall where the sinks were had a large mirror over them. Excusing herself, Eve quickly finished her business, though she had an 'ew' moment when she first looked in the ink-filled toilet.

She walked through the infirmary and found an usable first aid kit. She decided to patch herself up real quick, and took the first aid kit to the bathroom. She inspected herself critically in the mirror. Her emerald green eyes had dark circled under them, probably because of her lack of sleep due to Cedric's death. Her waist length midnight black hair was badly tangled and dripping ink, and there was a few scratches on her face, but nothing too serious.

She bandaged herself quickly, cursing her pale skin for making the injuries look worse than they were. She used some of the leftover bandages to put her hair up in a ponytail, to keep it out of her face. Then stuck some of the good bandages in her pocket, hoping that she didn't end up in waist deep ink again. The ink blob looked around the corner, and gave get a thumbs up. At least, that's what she thought it was.

Steeling herself, she grabbed her ax and walked out of the room. The ink monster made an inquiring noise, to which she replied, "Let's go. I don't know about you, but I don't want to run into Bendy again." He made a noise of agreement and took the lead. As she followed behind her new friend, all she could think was, 'I hope this wasn't a mistake...'