The second door felt... wrong.
The angel didn’t glow.
Its face was covered, wings shattered. But time was running out.
Inside, silence gripped the air like a vice.
A phrase lit up on the cold stone floor:
"Those who understand logic shall live.
Those who assume... will perish."
"This is simple.
Choose the correct number based on the clues.
Three mistakes... and someone dies."
Every incorrect answer made our collars pulse violent.
Only through collaboration and deduction will we unlock the exit.
But one among us chose without thinking.
He collapsed.
And didn't rise again.