"Sometimes it's not the fire that kills you… it's the memory of who lit the match."
I knew something was wrong the second the fog thickened.
It tasted metallic. Like blood and ash.
I reached for the wall, but my hand slipped through air. There was nothing to hold onto.
Then the whispers began.
"Killer."
I spun around. The maze was breathing.
A light flickered.
And there they were.
Karen. Flynn. The two I'd once called teammates.
I froze.
They looked exactly how I remembered them.
With this unbothered expressions.
Karen grinned first. "Hey, Jojo."
Flynn followed. "Miss us?"
My fists clenched.
This wasn't real. I knew it wasn't real.
But the rage didn't care.
Flynn smirked. "You really thought you were better than us, huh?"
Karen crossed her arms. "One good deed doesn't make you good, Jojo. Warning a man because he had a daughter? Please."
I took a step back. My throat felt dry. "You left me to die."
