Jett stepped into his room and instinctively scanned it, checking to see if Freya was inside. Finding the space empty, he let out a breath and stretched his arms. [Checkpoint], he mentally activated, and in the blink of an eye, the world around him blurred.
The next moment, Jett found himself standing underground again, at the familiar cross-section where he and the others had initially fallen into the maze. The dim, eerie atmosphere was exactly as he remembered it: silent and foreboding, with a faint scent of damp stone filling the air. He inspected the four pathways branching off from the central point, each marked with a different symbol.
"Skull face, skull face..." he muttered to himself, studying each path in turn until his eyes landed on the one he was searching for. A wicked grin spread across his face. "This one."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!