He was trying to make a new call, reaching his friends and meeting them at the bar, but he couldn’t reach them. Somehow he had no signal in there. He was still stuck in that maze, which felt slightly embarrassing since it probably wasn’t that hard to get out of it and reach the bar and the party. Another turn and the moment his eyes landed in the person in front of him, it was inevitable of him to scream as he got scared. However, this time, it wasn’t because of one of the people who had been hired to scare others in the maze, it was just someone like him who was out there to have fun (or, in his case, to “have fun”). “Fuck... sorry, that was rude! You scared me. In a good way! In a good way! I just want to get to the bar and have a few drinks.” Why am I here?













