Calvert stumbled through the dim corridors of the villa, his vision swimming, heart pounding like a war drum in his chest.
Every turn—every hallway—led him back to the same cursed spot, like the walls themselves were alive, mocking him.
"Hah… hah… what is this place?" he muttered, the sound of his own voice eerie in the silence. Panic clawed at his throat. "I don't have much time… this fuc*ing place is a maze!"
His legs ached, dragging behind him as if weighed down by dread itself. Blood from his earlier beatings still trickled down his temple, mixing with sweat.
Every shadow twisted like it might lunge at him. He pressed on, gasping, praying for a door, a window—anything that wasn't another looping hallway.
But the deeper he went, the more it felt like the villa wasn't built to be escaped.
Behind the surveillance wall, Aurora stood silently, arms crossed, eyes glowing under the flickering lights.
