“A magician’s greatest trick is his last, why? Because it is the one trick they never got to master, and they rely on the mercy of this fail-hoping for a quick death.”
The layout of the hotel-turned torture chamber was foggy at best for Lavender as she was still coming down from the drugs and multiple intentionally induced unconscious states. But in the last thirty days or so, she was able to map out the second floor quite well, even down to the routes of the guards and how they switched every fifteen minutes-walking the corridors every five, and playing that high pitched sound on a box when seeking out difficult to reach areas. But as she was unaffected by this sound for some unknown reason, Lavender was desperate to find her way to an exit-even if she would have to jump six stories or c
