They jogged thought winding paths, marking off their position which strange landmarks that appeared on the damaged map, like a blank sign hanging at a crossroads and an old boot at another. Most traps involved flying blades and falling ground, to which Luca was thankful for, his hands still slightly shaky from the encounter with the spider-like creatures. So far, they’d had the luck of not running into another player, and according to the two more pieces of maps that they’d received along the way, they were not far from their destination. The complicated path slowly tightened, the turns more frequent and the routes split off into even more confusing directions. Luca leaned his back to the wall, pistol in his hands, senses alert for any danger that might

