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Lost in a maze of crumbling bricks and shadowed corridors, Little Skullboy’s hollow eyes flicker with determination. The labyrinth breathes—shifting walls, groaning floors, whispers that aren’t just the wind. Traps lurk beneath cracked tiles: spike pits hungry for bone, ...pressure plates rigged to collapse ceilings. Ghosts drift through barriers, their wails sapping courage, their touch chilling marrow. But the maze hides tools for the cunning. A spectral dash torn from a defeated phantom lets him phase through walls. Sticky webslingers cling to ceilings, bypassing floor-bound dangers. A bone shield, scavenged from a fallen guardian, deflects curses. Secrets coil in dead ends—a map etched in obsidian, a key forged from moonlight. Trust nothing. Test every surface. Listen for lies in the whispers. Run when the walls bleed. Fight when the air freezes. The exit shifts, but Skullboy’s grit doesn’t. Escape demands more than speed—it craves wit, adaptability, and the courage to snatch victory from the jaws of a labyrinth that *wants* to be his grave.
