❝ 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅... 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐, 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... ❞ ─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ─── Before the first group arrived in the maze - before the experiment was even ready - The Creators sent in a mistake. She was never meant to live. Her very existence was one of the Variables - something that would change the experiments from the very start. Her beating heart skewed test results and swayed the analysists conclusions - but she had to be put somewhere. She could not stay in the world that had been set alight - she was far too precious. So, she stayed. Alone. For an entire month she survived with the prebuilt stables, forests and gardens. She tried to navigate through the world - (prison) - with no memories. Just vague feelings of familiarity, a heavy sense of guilt, and little understanding of the doors that trapped her - and what lay beyond them. Soon enough, however, just as she felt as if she is going to go mad, the month was over, and the First Arrivals came up the box. It is a surprise - albeit a confusing one - especially since she was used to just food and basic supplies arriving, each inscribed with one word: WICKED Together, they organised a system. One of Order - which soon became their most important rule. Even above the idea of escaping. Of finding a way home. But, after three years of peace, something changes. A wall within her mind breaks, and the entire world is flipped on its head. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆...