Bleeding and shivering, she explained how we were all members of the same expedition in this accursed maze, doomed to spiral endlessly in the sealed chambers until the end of time, eternally repeating these horrific events.

Half her team had become trapped within one of the rooms, and when freed, they’d become rage-filled savages. Whenever one was killed, they respawned, more cruel and violent each time. The only option had been to lock them behind the southern gate.

Like us, she had no memory of it until now. It was as though moving through the hole blown into the wall had done something.

It was in this instant that the memories came flooding back of who we were and how we’d gotten there. The voices we’d been hearing had been our own.

As we patched her wounds, she told us that she’d lead us to the group that had escaped.

“Kill her.”

I shook the whisper in my head away. It did not return.