Her voice softened.
"I couldn't just watch it happen. If he avoids cars for today, the trajectory will shift. He won't encounter what he was destined to."
Axel studied her profile for a moment but said nothing further.
Soon, the horror game began.
The first room was dimly lit, with chains hanging from the ceiling and blood-red paint smeared across the walls.
A distorted doll lay on the floor, its glass eyes reflecting the faint blue light from the corners.
Even Axel found some of the puzzles unexpectedly challenging.
Hidden switches, coded locks, shifting walls, everything required precision and observation.
What stunned him, however, was Lana.
She moved through the room like someone who had already memorized its layout.
Her eyes darted across surfaces, absorbing details at an astonishing speed.
At one point, they were faced with a puzzle involving nothing but a series of tiles scattered across a wooden table.
