Adrian was wearing a pair of meowth ears that he'd definitely overpaid for, pacing forward along the darkened maze of this damned house of mirrors. Oddly enough he hadn't seen a single person in here except him, although he swore he could hear others giggling and shuffling about.

It helped give him the illusion of some company.

Truth was he would've loved to come here with someone, but... who? His contacts were few and far between, and besides, he desired more... familiar companionship. What good was wealth if you couldn't use it for anyone beyond yourself?

He hadn't gone and blown a bunch of cash just to win a plushie for himself, goddammit...

Carrying around a poke plushie, he gawked whenever a warped mirror came before him, finding himself disoriented and his footing fleeting. Who knew how long he'd been stumbling around in here, searching for a way back out to sunlight, but to no avail. It had only just begun to trouble him, not to mention the apparent desertion of the other maze runners that could be heard but not seen.

River Marx