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Five more minutes had passed.

None of the students retained in the same floors they stood in initially. With their intense search they had moved from one floor to another or from one room to another multiple times.

The flames had already grown enough to make its way into the rooms through the open windows - even on the higher floors.

Yet, nobody found the exit.

As the clock ticked, the students couldn't help but notice the sudden appearance of new rooms and corridors.

"I don't remember seeing this room here- what?!"

You muttered, staring at the medium-sized reception-like place on the first floor. It connected to four different corridors out of which two did not exist until a few moments ago.

It was as if the building was growing like vines every second.

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Riki was on the third floor, sprinting through the corridors.

Where even is the said exit?!

He scanned, right, left, up and down, and still found nothing. Not even a clue-

Oh wait..

He halted when his eyes fell on something odd at the dead-end of the corridor.

It was an old dusty portrait of a beautiful young lady with brown hair, blue eyes and a pale and freckled skin. She sat on a tree branch with a wide and genuine smile plastered on her face. Her arms hugged the tree trunk as her eyes fell on the ground where an aged woman stood with a cane. Her hair was as white as snow and her face was pale and wrinkled. She looked too weak. The aged woman was smiling warmly at the young lady who was sitting on the tree branch.

Riki found himself adoring the antique.

"Do MinSeo."

He muttered, reading the words that were written on the bottom right corner of the painting.

Must be her name..

He then darted his eyes to the right of the painting, his eyes falling on the small piece of folded paper that was behind it.

What could it be?

His hands reached out but hesitated to take it.

What if a bomb goes off if I take it?

What if it was a trap?

However after a brief moment, he shook his thoughts off and took the paper in his hands.