Bad Feelings

When Ikky reached the next torch, he came to his senses. That had been intense, to put it mildly. He was sweating from the effort of concentrating on two things at once for so long and his head hurt a little.

If that had been the second test, there was no token to prove it. He would find out when the time came. This hallway was a continuous mind game, first with the ethereal torches, then by depriving him of his senses and leaving him alone with his mind.

A little further along, on the left wall, was a door. The hallway continued, but there was a door there. It seemed that this time I wouldn't have to worry about his luck leading me to the next hidden room, although this, far from reassuring him, made me more nervous. I already had an idea of ​​how bastards those developers could be; if they had done something as different as putting a door it was because something "special" was waiting for him on the other side.