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By the low ceiling and musty wooden smell, it is apparent to you that you’ve been magically trapped inside a locker. A couple of well-placed slits shine dim light into it; and on its back wall, in no unclear terms, an incantation is written in midnight black, cursive ink:
“Kiss and the doors shall open.”
Being the only one inside the cramped space, you start thinking that you're not the one the prank is meant for, and that this might be one big mistake. But then you try giving the door’s lattice a little push, and it won’t budge an inch. Suddenly, a dry, boisterous POOF breaks the silence, and a surge of smoke reveals the second prisoner.
