A Quick Left

Sam hung a left at the next crossroads. He didn't want to keep going the same direction for too long. He jogged down yet another long, hospital-like hallway for about as long as he could before needing to take a breather. Eventually he hit a corner, so he turned right. After a few minutes, he turned right again, then quickly left, then another left. It was enough to get him completely turned around and feeling like he had no idea where he was. He did feel that he was making progress, at least, since he wasn't getting bogged down by distractions.

After what felt like forever, he finally found a sign that he might be on the right track. He charged through another set of double doors, suggesting he'd made it to a new area. (A new wing, maybe? If this is actually hospital...) On the right side of the wall, he found a directory sign.

• Forward: Masturbation ward
• Forward + Right: Exhibitionist/Role-Play Treatment Center
• Forward + Left: Experimental
• Back: Pre/Post-Nut Clarity Ward, Intake, First Aid Stations

Sam wasn't sure what to make of the list. He only saw two directions, forward and back. And while the "back" descriptions could have described what he saw, they weren't exactly spot-on. This could be a prop, or a trap. In any case, none of the directions said "exit," so he was at a loss. The situation felt more and more maze-like, more and more surreal.