Forged Clues

Hazel came to a shivering halt as the paths once again split.

[Choose the correct path.]

The hallway split into right, left, stairs up and down. Four choices. 75% chance of death.

"Hurry up." A red light flashed from behind and the gravity of her body twisted.

Hazel felt as if she was thrown into a hydraulic press with the pressure enveloping her from all directions of the body.

"Haaa!"

The pressure dissipated all of a sudden and she collapsed onto her knees, panting desperately and trying to control the blood leaking out of her mouth.

Oleg glanced at her with disgust. He inherited his father's heirarchical view which treated every race under them worse than their pet animals.

Even though a normal zion would've found her beautiful, he only found her abnominable and disgusting.

But there was something going on here.

"The Right," Hazel muttered and turned in that direction.

[The correct choice]