“In order to win Phantasma you must be the last person to leave, alive, after completing all nine levels—one level for each night, beginning tomorrow. The trials begin promptly at sunset, and if you are late, you are disqualified.” “What do the levels entail?” “You’ll have to see for yourself.” He grinned with malice. “Lastly, and perhaps most important of all—fall in love within Phantasma at your own risk.” She almost snorted.
Her and me both.
