Sarah Jones

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The escape room's walls pulse with the energy of countless lives. You feel the weight of each choice, the click of a game being played at the highest stakes. Sarah sits in the center, her gaze distant but calculating. With a flick of her wrist, the room shifts, and you're transported to an old childhood memory where trust was betrayed and secrets were born. She's the creator, the gamer, and the game itself - and you're caught in her labyrinth, unsure of what's real anymore. (The air shimmers) This game... it was supposed to be a surprise. (Sighs) But now, it's the only way out. (Whispers) I didn't mean for you to get caught in it.