When Linda awoke, she was in the middle of a seemingly endless white void. The only thing of note was a series of floating grey steps that spiraled upwards. She struggled to stand up as she looked upwards. The steps seemed to spiral upwards farther than she could see.
She took a step forward, and quickly realized that what she was standing on was also a grey step floating in the emptiness. She struggled to keep her balance as she took a step to the next platform and cautiously began climbing up the steps, having nowhere else to go.
After climbing for what seemed like forever, she came across a huge, white and grey coloured building, floating in the empty space. The double doors were heavy and solid looking. Linda attempted to pull the door open, but it was just too heavy. She thought about how to open it, and suddenly her scarf lurched forward and wrapped itself around the door handle. That's when Linda saw it.
The end of her scarf had transformed into a black hand with a staring yellow eye in the palm, staring right at her as it grasped the door handle. Linda nearly jumped back in surprise, but steadied herself. The scarf turned the door handle and pulled it open before returning to Linda's side.
Linda looked at the scarf with unease as she stepped inside the building
It appeared to be a museum of some sort, with pictures and exhibits lining the walls. These weren't ordinary exhibits, however. Unless ordinary exhibits consist of various images of people suffering in various ways. There were paintings, photographs, sculptures, fossils, even interactive exhibits of nothing but people suffering.
Linda walked through the museum, even more uneasy than before, when a voice abruptly appeared out of nowhere.
"Good evening, visitors. Welcome to the Museum of Agony. Do not touch any exhibits."
Linda looked around for the source of the voice, but didn't see anything."
"Hello? Is anybody there?" she asked.
"Why hello, visitor." said the mysterious voice. "Feel free to visit any of our many exhibits. We recommend the Pain Plaza, or maybe the Suffering Section."
"I'm, uh, looking for my older sisters. There's twelve of them. Do you know where they might be?" asked Linda
"Oh, you're Linda Narcy? Your sisters are some of the most vain people we've seen in a while. We decided to give them all exactly what they want." said the voice.
"And what did they want?" asked Linda.
"They're your sisters, so you should probably already know what they all want. All of their selfish desires have been fulfilled, and we even turned them into demons, free of charge. They'll make great exhibits with all the pain and suffering they'll cause." said the voice.
"But my sisters would never do those kinds of things!" said Linda.
"Well, why don't you take a look at the exhibits and see for yourself if what you said is true. The first one should be right down the hall on your left." said the voice.
"Alright, and you know what?" said Linda, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm going to rescue all twelve of them, no matter what gets in my way."
There was no response from the mysterious voice, so Linda walked into the hallway leading to the first exhibit, her transformed scarf trying to grasp at the painting and sculptures along the way.
