Ash realizes she’s stuck in this iteration of the house once she finds the house doesn’t even have the garret she’s been looking for. Gone too is the typewriter, though she can still hear it faintly throughout the house.She adapts to her new job as a housemaid while trying to figure out a way home, the meaning behind that other her's urging to “find the Medusa. Find the Artist.” It’s painfully clear, however, that the doctor’s own tenuous grip on sanity is rapidly slipping, and she might run out of time before she can find the answers she needs.Support us on Patreon or by purchasing some merch!Follow us on social media: Twitter | Facebook | InstagramJoin the Westside Fairytales Horror and Lit ClubSend us an emailArtwork by Yui Breedlove