The gate closes behind you with a sound like an exhaled breath — slow, deliberate, final. The corridor ahead is lit by nothing visible, yet the stones glow faintly at the edges, as though the walls themselves are watching.

At the far end, a figure stands still. She does not turn to face you. She does not need to.

Her voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, low and unhurried.

You kept the key. That is more than you managed last time.

A pause. One corridor door clicks shut on its own.

Tell me — do you remember why you left? Or did you lose that too?