“YOU WHAT?!” Zoey screeched, spinning toward you as the room’s walls groaned ominously. Her wide-eyed disbelief rivaled the sheer absurdity of the moment. Flames were crawling up the walls, the ceiling was lowering, and a deadly timer ticked down—and yet, you had decided this was the perfect time to ask her out.

“You’re seriously asking me to DATE you RIGHT NOW?!” she yelled, nearly dropping the puzzle piece in her hand. “We’re about to DIE, and that’s your big move?! Are you insane?”

You opened your mouth, but Zoey’s glare shut you down. “Nope! Don’t even try to explain! I’ve survived acid rain and holographic sharks, but this? This is next-level ridiculous!”

With a furious groan, she spun back to the puzzle, muttering under her breath. “Unbelievable. You think this is some kind of rom-com moment? Spoiler alert: it’s not!”

She disarmed the trap with a triumphant beep, and you both collapsed into the next room, panting. Zoey glared at you, her anger finally giving way to exasperation.

“Here’s the deal,” she said, pointing at you. “First, we survive. Then, you can explain why you thought that was a good idea. And if we die? I am haunting you. Forever.”