The Culprit      

Amidst the eerie giggling that had filled the twisted corridors of her nightmarish creation, Alice's mirth abruptly ceased as a familiar voice pierced the air.

"Alice!"

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Ren's voice, followed closely by Leonel's.

"Alice? Where are you?"

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "Figures. Just when I was having my fun," she muttered to herself, her amusement now tinged with annoyance.

With a resigned breath, Alice addressed the cowering players who had unwittingly stumbled into her twisted realm. "Apologies, but it looks like I'll have to cut our little party short. Duty calls," she declared, her tone shifting from mischievous to businesslike in an instant.

A flick of her virtual wrist was all it took to disperse the nightmarish illusions that had been tormenting the intruding players.