The world kept shifting.
Every door led to a different nightmare—a distorted past, a twisted version of her reality. She ran through a hospital corridor only to emerge in a field where the grass whispered her name. She escaped a burning house only to find herself drowning in black water.
Ezra watched her with endless patience.
"You're learning," he remarked as she narrowly avoided being consumed by the abyss. "But do you really think you can escape?"
She was bleeding, exhausted, but she refused to surrender.
"I don't care what you throw at me," she spat. "I'll find a way out."
Ezra only chuckled, his smile holding something darker now. "Then let's raise the stakes, shall we?"
The ground beneath her cracked open.
Hands emerged from the depths, clawing at her ankles.