A chunk of the ceiling has collapsed and blocked the door. Cracks in the walls and the floor.

Cracks in his hands too, when he catches a glimpse of them, with tiny little bugs crawling out preparing to feast on his flesh.

Hallucination, is more likely, but he can try squishing the bugs anyway while he checks the door is actually blocked –

Squishing the bugs has no effect. The door is quite thoroughly buried. And an ominous groaning indicates that the rest of the area will soon be in a similar state.

Maybe he should try to cut through the outer wall and make a proper escape.

He spins away from the door, tries to ignore the bugs – if there's no effect he can probably ignore them and if he can't ignore them he at least can't afford to keep paying attention – and goes to the other wall, drawing his lightsaber to try to cut through it.

The wall presents no resistance. It's a short drop to the ground.

He leaps out, lands, and starts trying to get away.

The air is filled with dusty, choking ash. It's hard to breathe.

He should dodge left.

He does so, barely questioning the choice –

A strange grey spike erupts from the earth where he was standing, and slams into the building.

He – startles a little – and keeps going, not sure how he'll ultimately get away but it being preferable to get away anyway.

The ash in the air clouds his vision as well as his lungs, and something seems to have gone wrong with his sense of direction. He keeps coming back to the building, now pierced multiple times with more of the spikes.

He keeps trying, centering himself and trying to focus on the surroundings to ignore it, get around the tricks –

He stumbles, falls to the ground-

And a shadow looms.

He looks up, starts to try to get to his feet, and something tells him not to mess with – whatever the fuck that is –

He falls again and tries not to look too obviously terrified.

A bone-white mask suspended in the inky blackness beneath the figure's dark cowl regards him.

When it speaks, the voice has an eldritch overtone that chills him to the bone. "Lies do not become you, boy. I can feel your fear. Do not try to hide it."

"What benefits you, to do this?"

"Benefits are a lie told by the ignorant to justify the disregard of inevitability."

"– So you choose to destroy that which is?"

"Choice, too, is a lie."

"A convincing one, for it has played me a fool."

"Unarguably."

And he should move now-

He pushes himself to the side, dodges away.

A flash, and the space he previously occupied is now a crater.

The mask tilts to the side, curiously.