The Maze Door
Before you can say a word, the door flies open, and a great wind pulls
you forward...
You are standing in a damp, stone labyrinth, with a cold gray sky
above you. Before you is a long, corridor, with doorways all along
it. You hear a noise coming from the end of the corridor, and you
look up to see a figure rush into the eighth door on the left.
You could follow the figure, or simply choose another doorway. They
all look the same.
When you lay your hand upon the knob, the omnipotent voice again fills
the room. “You have chosen the Labyrinth. Good luck, adventurer.”
