Marlen Massey’s knuckles were white when she gripped the hallway railing. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Her maze—her creation—had become her prison. A rival, envious of her success, had locked her within one of the very scenes she designed: a recreation of an asylum ward. The irony stung. She’d intended to evoke empathy, not experience confinement. Now, trapped behind a door labeled "Patient 47," she could only watch as oblivious guests wandered past, unaware their Queen of Halloween was desperately trying to escape her own masterpiece—a chilling twist on the holiday she loved.