The walls shuddered. Hundreds of reflections broke free, now monstrous amalgamations of their peers. One—Cedric recognized it immediately—was Lucas, his childhood friend, who had died years ago in a car accident. But this Lucas was taller, faceless, teeth sharp as razors. It lunged, knocking another student into a mirrored wall. The body crumpled and vanished, leaving only a faint scorch mark on the floor. Cedric stumbled, catching Gina again. The maze pulsed in response, reacting to his panic. He gritted his teeth. Control it. Don’t panic. They ran again, hearts hammering. He could hear the wails of those being consumed—the metallic shriek of bodies folding into glass, the muffled screams from students caught in loops. He counted them in his head. Each disappearance a mark burned into his soul. The maze was teaching them, killing them, reminding him that this was his doing. Finally, at the center of the chamber, they reached a circular platform, smooth and pulsating, marked wit