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Rosalind's POV

I was going to die.

And for the first time, I swear I was not exaggerating anything.

The day had started out on a high note with the third trial of Honesty being an individual trial giving me enough space from Adelyn and whatever she had planned for me.

The Honesty trial was one where we were brought in one after the other into a room blindfolded and then taken out the other way so that no one met with anyone else both in entering and exiting the testing chamber.

When I pulled off my blindfold, I was in a white room with a large veiled object that might have been a mirror but it was larger than any mirror I had ever seen, at least a head or two taller than me and as wide as if I outstretched my hands and then some.

The room was so white and pristine that I felt dirty in the clothes I had been in for over a day now and my arm still throbbed periodically from the wound that still bled albeit slowly due to the tie I had placed on it.

The disembodied voice sounded chill