The Left Door

You walk with Owen, Noah and Izzy, who have their own clear dynamic already formed.

“Sorry, if I seem a bit quiet,” you say. “Just trying to get used to this.”

“Don’t worry about it dude,” Owen says. “You’ll get used to it super quick.”

“Yeah,” Noah says with his trademark sneer. “Just let us know when your ready.”

You laugh at Noah’s jibe.

As you walk, you come across a large pile of mummy bandages. Izzy runs up to the pile, super excited.

“Costume party! Mummy me!”

She tosses the bandages to you, Owen and Noah.

You reluctantly wrap Izzy up in bandages with them, and once she is fully wrapped, she begins to run away from you three.

“Hahah, try to catch me!” She yells back as she sprints away.

“Izzy! Wait up!” Owen yells ahead.

You shake your head.

“She’s going to get herself lost if she splits up from us. I’ll go after her, you guys wait here. If I’m not back in 5 minutes, just head towards the exit without us.” You say.

“Wait, are you sure dude?” Owen says before letting out a huge fart.

You and Noah both cover your noses.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you say, jogging from them. “Noah, good luck with that!”

You run after the path where Izzy went, with some interesting thoughts brewing in your mind.