"What is going on, Jorge?" Markris asked as he hurried behind Jorginho. They were walking a different path from what they had initially come from. It was like going around a maze.

"I'll explain it to you later, but we need to leave now." A car rounded up the corner and stopped before them.

"That's our ride," Jorginho said as its door automatically opened.

They hopped into the car, and it drove off.

"Seriously, what is going on? Why the fuck are we in a different car, and where is my driver?" Markris said, his voice getting pitchier. He tapped his feet continuously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead....