The history of the maze

The grim reaper acted like a young adult who got married to his wife in his earlier days. However, he was an ancient one now. Death was not something we should make jokes about, but here I was.

"The first step is to be inside her head." If we could find where Cruella was, we can trim down anything that could happen.

"There is one thing that I have in mind," the grim reaper confessed, and turned his face to me, or his obsidian and ghastly fog to me. "She might be at the bottom floor."

My eyes blinked a billion times before absorbing that sudden information inside my head. The more I thought about it, my veins continued exploding like balloons. There should be one neuron dancing inside my brain, fiddling with the curse's shelf.

"You are a funny ghost, grim reaper! Now, can I hear the real place where Cruelly would hide?"