The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)

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You listen for footsteps below you before you reach down and lift the corner of a tile up. No one seems to be around, and there is a red, fake velvet couch not that far away from where you are. You must be above the conference rooms or a lobby or something. You creep your way along the vent until you are right above the couch, then you remove the ceiling tile below you from its spot and carefully set it aside. Even though the couch looks soft, it is still pretty far below you. You hold onto the little white bars for dear life and lower yourself as far as you can before you let go and drop like a boulder.

The sound of impact is much louder than you expected and, naturally, breaking the legs off of a couch in a tile hallway draws unwanted attention. You start running down the hallway, the smell of stale energy drinks and greasy fast food burning your lungs more with every step. You can see the nexus of the convention hall up ahead and you muster up your last ounce of courage and push your quickly numbing legs to their limit.

You didn't expect the shattering pain your lower back. Your knees disappear from underneath you and you tumble face-first down on the shiny black tile floor. Loud echoes bounce off the walls all around you, but they have no meaning anymore.

Hundreds of pairs of terrified eyes watch you, and you watch them back. You hear dark laughter right above you and you watch your audience close their eyes.

You don't blame them; you wouldn't have wanted to watch, either.

You died.

Respawn?