She opened the wiki one last time. A new page had been created in the last thirty seconds. Title: . Content: Don’t close the game. You’ll just bring the dead end with you. The only way out is to find a door that doesn’t exist yet. Good luck, little sister. — L0stCh1ld And at the bottom of the page, a new warning, bolded and blinking:

From behind it, faintly: knock knock.

Twenty-seven doors, each slightly different. Some were painted cheerful colors, others rusted shut. A few had welcome mats. One had a paperboy’s rubber band looped around the handle.

She double-clicked.

Mira looked at her bedroom door. The paint was peeling. She didn’t remember it peeling before.

She approached door number fourteen. A brass plaque read: The house of second chances. Knock twice, then wait.