HOUSE 501

[Pale, exhausted, deathly ill and practically emaciated, Rita's had enough. The eerie fog finally enveloped the entire carnival, and everything was spelling the end. Soon, it'd probably eat up these places too, and in having had enough, she has nothing left to lose. The door of the mysterious 501 is pushed open by the girl, and she drags herself inside, biting her lip to draw attention away from her fever. She scans the foyer thoroughly.]

I'm gonna die anyway...S-so...may as well. [Her own voice bouncing off the walls does little in reassuring her, but she's got nothing left but to look around.]