The exit was getting closer, the number of puppets behind them increasingly numerous.
Hundreds of Shen Mo, hundreds of Bai Youwei, hundreds of Tan Xiao, Chang Weicai, Zhang Tianyang, Chen Hui, Yang Yi...
Another poster was torn off, revealing his puppet's face in the mirror. Zhang Tianyang quickly balled up the torn poster and tossed it. His face was numb with routine.
Upon finishing, he glanced back.
Followed by so many... so many puppets, it was an impressive sight.
Chen Hui asked Bai Youwei, "The puppets seem to have stopped attacking us, but why do they keep following us?"
"Because they also want to get out..." Bai Youwei scribbled on paper, mapping out routes, "The maze traps us, it traps them too."
Her voice paused, then she looked up and added, "They are us, just another version of us. So, if we want to get out, we must plot a path to the exit for them as well."
