Towers. Walls. A field with no lanes.
Route them however you like. Make it long. Make it cruel.
Just know that every wall you place is being weighed by something on the other side of it.
Some nights the maze holds.
You know this terrain.
You’ve eaten lunch on it.
But something happened here.
Someone stayed awake too long.
Something crossed over.
And now it needs somewhere else to live.
The PC is still running.
They know that.
At first, they come across the desk.
If they reach the machine, the desk was only the beginning.
Build. Maze. Adapt.