The Matchstick Trap
The Matchstick Trap
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The Matchstick Trap

You wake in the suffocating dark of the school archives, caught in a lethal frame-up. With a ticking clock and a traitor in the shadows, you must decide if you'll burn the evidence to save your father or risk the flames to expose the truth.

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A jagged bite of cold stabs at your wrist. *Shudder.* The darkness is thick, viscous, reeking of ancient dust and the metallic tang of burnt motor oil. You pry your eyes open. The towering shelves of the 'Elites' Academy archives loom overhead like a canyon, swallowing the weak moonlight. «My head... feels like it was crushed under a semi-truck.» *Tick. Tick. Tick.* A crimson digital clock bleeds onto the concrete wall. 29:57. You are sprawled on the freezing tiles. Your body is stiff, lying next to a leather briefcase that has been brutally gutted, its zipper torn like a surgical wound. Papers are scattered around you—dead white birds in a charcoal graveyard. «Where am I? The last thing... Aisle 7. Then the lights went out.» You sweep the floor with trembling fingers. *Scrape.* Your fingertips hit something rough, small, and disturbingly warm. A matchstick. Its head is a charred, blackened nub. A thin, ghostly wisp of smoke still curls from it, rising toward the ceiling like a silent scream. *Creak.* Behind the third shelf to the right—movement. A thin shadow recoils, vanishing behind rows of iron filing cabinets. “Don’t move.” The voice is sharp, metallic, e…

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