After her little 'snack' Zamala had smeared herself out again over the hallways of the five point crossing she was tasked to guard. She loved the waiting, the knowledge that one poor soul might wander around the wrong corridor, stumbling around little old me. It was also always guessing what might show up...boy...girl...a group if she was lucky.<br/><br/>The last one was a bit disappointing. She could only hope the next thing would be better, if she was lucky enough to get a second victim. Luck...Or more precisely, her Mistress was on her side, since nothing happened inside the Maze without her doing. Footsteps were approaching her as Mark entered the five points.<br/><br/>As Mark came closer to the crossing, he could feel the texture of the floor changing, becoming more slimy and wet. Zamala decided to take another approach. As Mark made his next step, Zamala shifted the slime underneath is feet, making him slip. As his head hit the floor he blacked out for a minute.<br/><br/>Drip....<br/><br/>Drip...<br/><br/>Drip...<br/><br/>Mark could feel something wet drip onto his face. As he opens his eyes his vision would slowly return to him. He was lying on the cold wet floor. If he tried to move he would find both his arms and legs spread out and tightly secured to the floor. As he looked up he would find a cute blue girl lying on top of his chest, her legs rocking playfully in the air. She smiled at him. One of her hands was raised above his face, one finger pointed towards him as small droplets of slime dripped down of it.<br/><br/>"Finally awake....you should be more careful where you walk....this place can be slippery" She said with a mischievous smile. "So who are you?