The Last Night of the Maze

My name is Freya Lockwood, an ordinary librarian who stumbled into this underground labyrinth while chasing a stray cat. I’ve been trapped in this subterranean city for three full days now. The maze seems almost alive—it spawns new rooms based on my fear. The "system" that controls all of this has never once revealed itself, yet its presence is everywhere, like a cold, calculating hunter wearing down my sanity with one baffling trial after another. And that sealed room just now nearly drained the last of my strength. I collapsed into a chair in the break room, trembling all over, my back drenched with sweat. I forced myself to calm down and started flipping through the books on the table, trying to distract myself…