When the light went out, the world vanished.
Everything — the walls, the floor, the sky that wasn't really a sky — was swallowed by darkness. It wasn't just blackness; it was something alive, crawling over the air like ink spreading through water.
The six of them could no longer see each other, but they could feel — the cold, the emptiness, and something else: the walls.
The maze was no longer stone. It was glass.
Their hands brushed against smooth surfaces, cold and fragile. As they moved, faint ripples followed their touch. The air hummed, and from deep within the dark, the sound of cracking mirrors whispered around them.
"Where are we?" Jet's voice trembled.
No one answered.
Because at that moment, Roger and Kim felt something — a pull.
The mirrors beside them began to shimmer faintly, shapes appearing within. Their own reflections twisted, distorted, eyes widening into hollow, soulless pools. Before they could move, invisible hands shot out from the glass — cold, wet, and strong — grabbing their wrists.
"Roger!" Kim screamed, trying to pull away. But the reflection held tighter, its grip burning cold.
Roger clawed at the air, but her voice broke into silence. The mirror's surface turned liquid, rippling as if it were water. Slowly, helplessly, both of them were dragged into the glass.
Their faces vanished into the reflection — gone without a sound.
And then there were four.
Samy and Tin wandered deeper into the black. They couldn't see a thing — only the faint echo of their breathing. The maze seemed to shift with every step, walls moving behind them, closing in, twisting space itself.
Then suddenly — a wall.
A dead end.
Samy pressed her hand against it, hoping it would move. It didn't. The wall felt warm, as if alive, pulsing faintly beneath her fingers. Her heartbeat quickened.
"We're stuck," she whispered.
Tin said nothing. He just stared at the wall, lost.
Samy turned toward him, her eyes wide, filled with fear that wasn't just about the maze anymore. She could feel panic swallowing her whole. The silence was pressing on her chest, squeezing her breath away. She didn't want to cry — not again, not here.
"Tin," she said softly. "I'm scared."
He looked at her, his eyes reflecting the faint shimmer of invisible light. He didn't know what to say.
So she kissed him.
It wasn't planned — it was desperate, a moment of reaching for something real in a world that had stopped being real. Her lips trembled against his, cold and terrified. It wasn't love; it was survival — a promise that they were still alive.
When they pulled away, the maze hummed again. The wall in front of them cracked slightly, a faint white line glowing through the black.
"Did you see that?" Tin whispered.
Samy nodded, wiping her tears. "Maybe it's not an end."
"Maybe it's a door."
They pressed their hands against the crack. The glow grew stronger — but from behind the wall came a faint sound. Like whispers. Like something waiting.
Samy hesitated. "Tin… maybe we shouldn't—"
Before she could finish, the wall pulsed again — and they both vanished in a flash of white light.
Elsewhere in the maze, Jet and Tony stumbled through the dark, torches flickering weakly in their hands. The beams barely reached two feet ahead. The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of metal, like blood left too long in the air.
They came to a split in the path — two corridors stretching out into blackness.
Tony looked left, then right. "Which way?"
Jet listened. At first, there was nothing. Then — faint footsteps. Slow. Getting closer.
Her heart pounded. "Something's coming."
Tony's grip on the torch tightened. The footsteps echoed louder — but it wasn't just one pair. There were many.
"Left," Jet whispered. "Let's go left."
They ran.
Their torches shook in their hands, casting wild, broken shadows on the walls. The maze groaned around them, echoing like a heartbeat. Somewhere behind, the footsteps grew faster.
Tony looked over his shoulder but saw nothing — only black. Yet he could feel it. The cold breath behind his neck. The way the air bent as something moved closer.
They turned a corner — and the torches went out.
Jet gasped. "No—no, no, not now!"
Tony grabbed her hand in the dark, holding tight. "Stay close."
"I can't see anything!"
"Just move. Keep moving."
They took slow steps, one after another, guided only by touch. The air grew colder with each breath. And then — a faint shimmer appeared ahead, like moonlight trapped in a puddle.
"Do you see that?" Jet whispered.
Tony nodded. "It's light… maybe a way out."
They moved closer, but the shimmer wasn't a way out. It was a mirror. A tall, cracked mirror standing alone in the dark, glowing faintly like it was alive.
Tony frowned. "What the hell…"
Their reflections stared back — except the reflections didn't move. They stood still, smiling faintly, eyes black and endless.
Jet stepped back. "That's not us."
Before Tony could react, the reflections began to walk forward — out of the glass.
The maze trembled again. Somewhere, far away, a whisper filled the dark:
"One by one… they fade."
The mirrors flickered, the walls pulsed, and for a brief moment, all six could feel each other again — through the air, through the silence.
Then the world cracked — a shattering of glass that echoed through eternity.
And everything went white.