Chapter 11 The Missing Piece

• They entered a low ceilinged chamber filled with rows of shelves each lined with broken clocks, torn books, and strange mechanical parts. The smell of rust and old paper hung thick in the air.
• “This room’s giving me bad vibes already,” Benji muttered, glancing over his shoulder. The door sealed behind them with a hiss.
• The system’s voice crackled overhead. “This challenge is about memory. One of you has the missing piece. Choose wisely. Choose once.”