Speed Running the Mausoleum

“Six minutes and thirty-nine seconds,” Sasha sighed after they stepped out of the elevator. “The mausoleum is too big, and Gloomie’s mini-game is too difficult!”

Oritha laughed. Unlike Sasha, she cleared the Simon Say game faster, even after messing up the sequence once. That wasn’t her fault. Liu Feng had no idea if “Mike” was a microphone of a man’s name in the context and hesitated too long, resulting in their failure. She did her part perfectly.

“It’s ok,” Zen quickly positioned himself between his self-proclaimed big sister and the Amazonian. “We will improve over time. I’m sure we will be speed-running the mausoleum blindfolded by the end of the next run.”

Without missing a beat, Liu Feng chimed in about how easy that would be. Why blindfold when being blind is more permanent?

Laughing at the dark humour nervously, Zen ushered the party to the next run. They descended