X

This one!

I quickly dashed through the door and emerged into the arena again. Beatrice stood there looking at me with her mouth agape. “No way! H-how did you figure this out!”

I couldn't help but to grin. “Simple”, I smugly stated. “You made a mistake and misspelled one of the doors. That's how I figured it out.” I winked at the audience. “I guess you could say...the X stands for eXit.”

The way Beatrice looked at me was hard to describe. Bamboozled? Defeated? Or perhaps dumbfounded was fitting.

No, hold on.

I think the most accurate term to describe her facial expression was...very, very dissapointed.

“Do I look dyslexic to you?”

Uh...what?

Suddenly, my hair started to fall out from my skin, followed by said skin melting.

Screamingly, I disintegrated into a small pile of goo while Beatrice huffed in annoyance.