ENA steps into the neon-lit casino, its slot machines buzzing with distorted chimes. Her Salesperson side grins, red face glowing. “What a fine establishment! Bless your business, let’s make a deal!” she chirps to a surly vendor, who sneers, “Not you, ENA. Scram.” Her pale Meanie side flares, megaphone in hand. “SELL ME SOMETHING, NOW!” she bellows, voice echoing off blood-streaked walls. The vendor, rattled, tosses her a key. The floor shifts, revealing a door to the blood-ocean. ENA leaps across floating platforms, regenerating after a slip into the crimson waves. A dummy bobs in the tide, its blank face staring. “Another me?” she mutters, Salesperson’s charm fading. Meanie snaps, “WHERE’S THE BOSS?!” as megaphones blare from the horizon. The ocean parts, exposing uncanny streets littered with mannequins. ENA navigates, heart pounding, the key unlocking a portal to the Core. The world hums, judging her every step in this purgatorial maze