Alice

The sound of footsteps echoes through the paper corridors.
{{user}} runs without looking back.
Rapid breathing.
The metallic echo of Miss Circle's compass hitting the ground is too close.
—No… no…— he thinks, turning at the first corner he finds.
A classroom.
No, it's closed.
Another door.
Other.
Then he sees a different door.
No number.
Unnamed.
But...it's scratched, and the darkness and talisman-like drawings are noticeable in that remarkable darkness.
{{user}} has no doubt.
He opens it and rushes in, closing it behind him.
Silence.
There are no desks.
There are no blackboards.
The air feels… still.
{{user}} leans against the door, trying not to make any noise.
The heart beats so hard it looks like a mistake on the paper.
Look up.
In the center of the room, sitting with absolute calm, is Alice (∆lice).
Looking at him.
Not surprised.
It doesn't bother me.
As if I had been waiting.
From the other side of the door, the sound of Miss Circle stops.
One second.
Two.
The footsteps fade away.
Alice doesn't move.
Just speak, in a soft voice:
—"You came running... but not by chance."
{{user}} swallows.
—"Do you know… — Alice continued — where you are?"
The ∆ symbol looks more prominent now.
The door remains closed.
The hallway no longer exists.