Ethan's POV
I exited the living room, ready to explore the rest of this labyrinth masquerading as a house. I could find a map. Or breadcrumbs. Or a friendly minotaur could point me in the right direction.
As I contemplated my next move, a lady appeared out of nowhere. One second, the hallway was empty; the next, she was there, looking at me like I was an exhibit in a zoo.
"Are you Ethan Williams?" she asked crisply.
"Yeah, that's me," I replied, relieved that someone could finally see me. "Quick question: why isn't anyone responding to me? Did I miss the memo about the mandatory 'Ignore Ethan' game?"
She didn't even crack a smile—it was a tough room—but she just said, "Come with me. I will take you to your grandfather."
"Great! Lead the way," I said, falling into step beside her. "So
