The world was a blur when Chloe opened her eyes. Her head pounded, her wrists ached, and the cold air bit into her skin. She tried to move, only to hear the clinking of iron. Chains.

Her vision cleared slowly, and she realized she wasn't in the theme park anymore. She was in a chamber of stone, an underground cell lit by torches, their flames guttering against damp walls. Shadows danced across strange markings carved into the rock, symbols that seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive.

Panic ...