It’s a tall order, but you might as well try.

The thrill of panic that rushes down your spine doesn’t show on your face—you don’t want to give the girls the satisfaction of knowing you’re scared.

Instead of grandstanding, you move on to more practical matters. “Doesn’t she leave her door locked?”

“Nah, the lock on her door is faulty,” Dinah informs you. “She’s known about it for weeks and still hasn’t bothered to fix it. Bigger fish to fry, I guess.”

“All right then!” you say with mostly-false bravado. “Let’s do this.”

The girls cheer, and the five of you file out of the lounge and head back to the dressing rooms. They hang back a little once you get close to the Champion’s room, letting you approach alone...