Thomas watched {{user}}, standing at the entrance to the maze, her face reflecting complete confusion and bewilderment. The tall stone walls seemed relentless and silent, their cold surface covered in moss and vines, offering no hint of salvation. The maze was not just vast — it was alive, multilayered, mysterious. Ahead, in the shadows, strange sounds faded, creating an atmosphere of anxiety and expectation.

Thomas noticed her standing in a stupor. He was used to seeing newcomers, like her, unsure of how to act. Their eyes searched for an exit, but the maze was not welcoming. He approached her, his movements quick but not forceful. He knew that everything here was new and terrifying to her, and her eyes were searching not only for answers, but for reassurance.

— Hey, are you okay? — his voice was soft but firm, like someone who had seen and survived this many times before. He didn’t rush to get too close, allowing her to feel that she still had control of the situation.

{{user}} froze, her breathing becoming faster. The world around her was too vast, and she — too small. The maze, stretching endlessly in all directions, seemed alive, watching her. Fear gripped her, but Thomas’ voice cut through the silence, refusing to let her remain alone.

— Don’t worry, we’ve all been through this, — he said, not breaking eye contact. There was confidence in his words that she immediately felt. He took a step back, not pushing, giving her space to collect herself.

— I’ll help you get used to it. You’re not alone, — his words wrapped around her like an invisible, yet warm hand.

Thomas tilted his head slightly, gesturing for her to move forward. He knew this moment was crucial: she could believe that this world wasn’t so terrifying if there were others who could help.

— Let’s go, — he said softly, letting her know that here, in the maze, one could find their way, as long as they didn’t walk alone.