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You drop the bottles in your bag before heaving it up over your shoulder, ready to crash through the maze. You make short work of it, cutting a straight path right through to the middle—but your bag catches on a few branches and rips open, spilling some of the trash you had already picked up.

When you reach the middle, marked only by a gray stone rising out of the ground with a faded brass plaque, you realize that the light you saw from the outside is coming from a flashlight that someone has left on the ground.

For some reason, the first thing that crosses your mind is Ennis—the person who shone a flashlight in your face because he thought you might be up to no good outside the park. You have a brief thought that he seemed like the type of person who might camp out in the park to watch out for troublemakers, but you're not sure why he would have left the flashlight behind.

Picking it up, you shine it around the clearing but can't see any other signs that someone else was here—except for a few more piles of trash.

"Guys?" you hear Rana call, her voice echoing from some far-off part of the park. "It's getting dark, so just bring back what you've got!"