The Ruse Escape Room Novels & Stories

The morning light shone slowly over the city as Elena, Noah, and Richard prepared for the next step. After the daring rescue at the hidden warehouse, they gathered in a quiet meeting room at Hart Tower. The room was modest and simple, with a long wooden table and a few chairs around it. Papers, photos, and files were spread out before them, each one with a small piece of the puzzle that had unraveled the dangerous web of lies.

But she frowned because of what Troy said. “Then, do your job.” He sternly ordered the two. Denise backed away from Alexander as the two approached her. She knew they needed to look into her bag and folder. They would even search her body to make sure that she was not carrying a weapon. That was Alexander’s opportunity to escape his guards. While they were busy with Denise, he ran out of the room and rushed to the stairs. He couldn’t use the elevator because it was still downstairs. Before it could go up, his bodyguards would have caught up with him.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

"If you are seeing this message, it means you brought a Sterling with you who has zero impulse control." "He knew!" Ash shook his head in disbelief. "He rigged it for a toddler!" "To find the treasure, you must prove you are more than just power and money," Liam’s voice continued. "You must prove you have Wits. You have one hour to solve the Riddle of the Mirrors before the room’s oxygen scrubbers activate... in reverse." "Reverse?" Kael checked the air vents on the wall. "He means it will suck the air out?" "Great," Mia drew her batons, glaring at the hologram. "Grandpa built us a death trap."

“Neither is this entire room.” Ruin nodded once. “It is still better than walking into his design.” Axel hesitated, then exhaled. “Fine. But we do it fast.” I moved first this time, but not toward the child or the side wall but toward a support column that looked integrated into the structure. Ruin moved with me without needing instruction, and Axel shifted position to cover us. The tension in the room spiked. I could feel it, like something was waiting for a specific trigger. “Careful,” Axel said.

The hallway was long and ornate, but thankfully empty. Having no idea which way to go, left or right, I took a slow breath and rubbed my hands over my face. If I were to escape, I needed to be alert, to summon my courage; I had to fight for my survival or risk dying alone in a place where I knew no one, at the mercy of ruthless people. So, I did what anyone in my position would do, or maybe not: but I played a rhythmic counting game. With an unsteady index finger and a hoarse, shaky voice, I began, "Ip dip doo, cat got the flu, chicken got the chicken pox, and out goes you."

"Enjoy." Because soon enough, someone would be knocking, and they’d be the ones facing the dean, losing thirty conduct points in the process. Sure enough, a knock came at the door. Crouching down with a bowl full of hot, melted cheese, Rachel called out, "Who is it?" The moment she opened the door and saw who it was, the food in her hand might as well have turned to ashes. Dean Marshall himself stood there, flanked by Ms. Edwards and several other leaders. Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor.

He couldn’t break down now. Hitting the start option again, Zen deployed all his brain cells, focusing on the music with a gamer’s intensity. His concentration levels were at an all-time high despite fatigue accumulating. He had to clear this to defeat Mandy. Purple. White. Blue. Blue. Ruse. White. Purple. Blue. Ruse… One by one, the spotlights lit up. Seven correct combinations, seven green lights. All they had left was to get one more combination before they could put Huff N Puff to rest!

Suddenly, Baby Robbie pulled off his tie and bound Grayson's hands behind his neck with it. "Master Jenson, what are you doing?" Grayson yelped. "Don't be afraid, mister. I'm just playing a game with you." Baby Robbie pulled out some rope from the office and tied Grayson up like a rice dumpling. "Jenson, what are you trying to do?" "Mister, we’re simulating an escape room game. I’ll give you half an hour and you’ll have to find a way to untie the rope within this duration. Tell me, can you do it?"

"I was more honest than you about this." Nina was not angry, her smile seemed glued to her face. Her tone remained gentle. "Tonight, let them resolve the previous misunderstanding. Tomorrow night, we can just let them have a new misunderstanding." Outside, the owner of the escape room watched the surveillance footage and said to a nearby employee, "These two are really bold. The ghost have been trying to scare them for a while, and they're still calmly chatting together." The car drove into the underground car park. Before it had even come to a complete stop, Jane was ready to open the door and get out.