Diana wakes up in the same room she woke up in the first game she set up. She remembers the words Julio told her that persuaded her to keep going:

"Nobody is going to die," he told her.
"How could you be sure of that? We're trapped in a fucking house probably in the middle of nowhere being forced to play a game!"
"Nobody is gonna die!"

She takes out a tape recorder from her pocket and presses play.

Hello Diana. To every game, there's a sequel and now it's your turn to play that. This is the very same place you set your first game to take place, but now, you're going to be going in alone. You'll be going through a trip called "Memory Lane." In the words of Julio: "Time to go to Hell."

Diana opens the door and walks to the next room. In front of her is the chain noose that Dominique died in. She continues walking, passing by the room where they had to stab the murderers with pipes. She remembered what Angela had told her before they started stabbing the murderers.

"Listen," Angela told her. "I know you're scared, but we only have 90 seconds to save our asses."
"I'm not going to stab them with rods, okay?"
"Hey, this fag left us with six rods. Dom is dead, but you aren't!"
"I wish I was!"
"Take this rod and trust me, after you live, you'll feel a lot better!"
"Fuck you!"
"Take the fucking thing now!"
"Make me!"

She stops to look at the wall where the murderer's once were, but the area is now stained with their blood. She continues to walk into the next room. She remembers that this was the room her and Angela fought:

Angela grabbed Diana's neck, but she continued to kick her until she knocked her to the ground. Angela stood up quickly, and grabbed a lamp.

"Don't you even fucking try," Diana yelled.

She throws a punch at Angela's face, but she smashes the lamp on her head.

"Motherfucker," she yelled as she fell to ground with blood dripping from her head.
Angela throws the remains of the lamp to the ground. "Fuck you!"

The room was different this time though. There was a table with a metal pipe with a sharp end on it. The pipe was connected to a tube that lead to a beaker. Next to it was another tape recorder. She walks up to it and presses play.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice something of your own to be rewarded. In front of you is a metal pipe connected to a beaker. What you must do is stab yourself at the place of your choice and fill the beaker with 4 ounces of blood. Choose your place wisely though because once you choose a spot, you cannot change it. If you pull out the pipe before the beaker reaches 4 ounces, a bomb will trigger and take you out. Will you give your sacrifice?

Diana picks up the pipe and closes her eyes. She stabs it onto her arm.

"FUCK," she screamed.

Her blood begins to drop into the beaker. It hits the two ounces mark.

"This is bullshit!"

She continues to scream as the beaker reaches the three and a half mark.

"Fuck!"

She takes out the pipe from her arm slowly as her blood is at the four ounce mark and places it back onto the table. Her blood smears all over the table top and drips at the end of the pipe. She looks at her arm and walks slowly to the next door. The next room contains a big pit of syringes below. She continues to walk and passes by the room where there were razor wires. She remembered the conversation her and Julio had before they went through.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed. "I'm not gonna fucking go through that!"
"Yes you are. You fucking have to!"
"I can't! Oh my god, Julio! I'll fucking die!"
Julio grabs onto her. "Get in there. You're not going to fucking die."

She continues on and ends up in the room Angela had died in, but something stopped her from going. There was a person's crouched down with his back faced towards her. He was crouched over the same spot Angela was shot.

"I used to trust you, damn it," the person said to Diana.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't deny me, damn it!"
"Who are you?"
"How can you forget one of your best friends?"

The person stood up and turned around. It was Julio.

"Julio," Diana asked.
"Diana," Julio stated.
"How? I thought you were dead! I locked you in that fucking bathroom! You should be dead!"

He looked at the ground and chuckled.

Diana looked at him confusedly. "What are you laughing about?"

He looked back up at her.

"Then I'm back from the dead."