You know something is wrong the moment you turn the corner.

The hallway is shorter than it should be.

The door you used before—the one behind the shelving unit, the one that led outside—is gone. In its place is a blank wall. Clean. Seamless. Like it was never there.

Behind you, footsteps.

“I moved a few things around,” Mr. Peterson says calmly. “The house was confusing.”

He stands beside you now, following your gaze.

“That way was unsafe,” he continues. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

He looks down

"This way is better "