The Consumer
Rumia turned around the sprawling maze of shadowy ship. The walls were constantly distorting, shifting sizes, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere. Wait, didn't she come across this particular landmark already?
Weird, she thought. She was as accustomed to darkness as humans are comfortable in the daytime.
But why is the darkness making her anxious?
"It is no use." A mystique appeared. The magician was a black-haired Asian man, clad in dark cape and formal suit. He had a somber, grave look on his face, with deep purple eyes and closed, stone lips. His right had grasped what looked to be a scepter, but the shape and size of it couldn't be recognized.
"Welcome to the Shadow Labyrinth." The mystique bowed. "The land of no return. I am the warden."
"Is that so?" Rumia beamed and spread her arms wide. "So this is a prison."
"Prison is drab, though." The mystique commented as he stepped forward. Closer to Rumia, he seemed to be too pale to be a human: his bones and blood veins were visible through his skin. "This labyrinth is a puzzle."
"You're not human..." Rumia rose her eyebrows. "Neither are you Nucleoid."
"Good eyes." The mystique nodded. "I am a Wraith."
"Wraith..." Rumia jogged her memory. "You must be quite skilled in illusionary tricks."
"Of course. Shall I demonstrate?" The mystique let off a small smile, his scepter rising to point at Rumia.
"Gladly." Rumia smiled sinisterly. "Are you nuts?"
