There’s light at the end of the tunnel!

A little while later, the passageway abruptly widens out, and you see a shaft of moonlight spearing down overhead. You stumble towards it gratefully, eyes stinging at the sudden adjustment –

And then someone else steps out into the light, and you skid to a halt, the hole in your leg sending a fresh spike of pain through your body.

It’s ****-Soo.

When he smiles, it’s ugly. ‘Wow. You made it after all. Me and Justin, we had a bet. A hundred bucks on you not even getting this far.’

You spit deliberately in his direction. ‘The hell happened to make your own way back?’

****-Soo nods. ‘Yeah. That was the plan. I’m just supposed to hold you up for a while. Justin won’t be too happy about this.’

‘But you…’ He cocks his head, and all of a sudden, there’s a knife in his hand. ‘You owe me a rematch.’

Even in this bloodied, exhausted state, something in your head grinds into action. It’s a mental switch that won’t shut off; years of training have you scouting the room, assessing the obstacles, calculating distances.

In the end, it all boils down to one thing.

Fight or flight.

And flight’s not an option, with your fucked-up leg. You shift balance into a ready stance, and ****-Soo notices.

‘Yes!’ He laughs approvingly. ‘That’s it. I knew you’d fight back. And this time, you won’t get so lucky.’ He tilts his head to either side of the cavern, where the path has crumbled away into a gaping chasm – the perfect natural trap. ‘Fifty-foot drop, straight down, so no rolling around this time. Part of me feels like I should give you a blade, but the other part…’

He bares his teeth in a sadistic grin. ‘The other part just wants to watch you bleed. I like it when you do that. Want to do it some more?’