The Recall Trials

"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.