"No, Mr. Orange!" Alan's voice trailed off.
That was until his chosen champion was out of sight. Once he couldn't see Mr. Orange anymore, he just shrugged and gave up.
"In my defense, he really looked knowledgeable." He said.
In the maze, the competition restarted. Mr. White got a new lease on life since the 'Demons' were left on pause. He went through the first layer of the maze like a hot knife cut butter. Admittedly, he was a little slowed by the mechanical traps but breezed through the fake walls. It was too bad he always chose the wrong path when presented with two or more fake walls, so his progress stalled.
