Henry left the occult club and looked to his left. Indeed, the next room was the non-euclidian club.

He opened the club's door and was greeted by a second, slightly smaller door. He opened that door, and a third door appeared.

“It’s one of these, uh.”

He kept opening the doors, which kept on getting smaller and smaller. After the twelfth or thirteenfth door, he began wondering if this wasn’t the clownery club. After about thirty doors, the opening had become so small that he couldn’t even fit his hand inside.

“I don’t have time for this! What time is it? …It’s twenty-three past five! I don’t have long before the school closes!”

Feeling mocked, he slammed the initial door closed. Not even a second later, the door was opened by a boy in white clothes, now showing the inside of the room.

“It wouldn’t be that easy!” The boy said.

“Nothing is… Hi, I’m looking for… sliding blocks? I was told they were in your club room.”

“You’re really bad at this.”

“What? …are you talking about my social skills? Is it that evident?”

Henry was confused, but he noticed that the boy was inviting him in by pointing at the hallway. The boy pushed him from behind and helped him leave inside the club.

The cubic room only had two walls, as white and straight as Henry. There was a tree growing on one of the five corners of the room. Its trunk was the same gray color as the pavement, which was checkered like a large chess board. He was not able to distinguish where the tree ended and the ceiling began.

“This room is glitchy…”

“I told you to be careful!” Henry heard the boy’s voice solely in his left ear. He was too scared to answer.

He could feel that the hands of the boy in front of him were pushing his back, but when he looked behind, he could only see the windows of the room. He led him back to a table with four legs (but only three of them touched the ground, as you can imagine) and slid a chair down like a projector screen.

As Henry sat over the chair, he looked up at his legs and felt a seven-sided, rectangular box sitting off his lap. He placed it down the table above him and closed the box up to reveal a set of spheres tightly fit inside of pyramidal holes. Each ball had the piece of a drawing on its topside face, arranged in a random order.

“Hey, there’s no need to scream!” The boy spoke up.

Henry looked at him feeling overwhelmed. He had not spoken a single word. Although, a strong feeling that something was wrong struck him the moment he entered the “room”. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had screamed without noticing.

“W-what is this?”

“Through the door!” The boy winked.

Henry looked around to see if he may be missing something, some context to understand what the boy was talking about. But looking around the room only made his head spin. There was no one else beside them.

“I-I’m going to try and solve this…”

"Didn’t I tell you already?"

He decided to ignore the boy.

Skeptical, he picked a piece and slid it to the right. And he did slide it to the right. He was the one controlling the hand, after all. He clearly saw both the piece and his hand slowly move to the right. And yet, before he could notice, when his hand had stopped, the piece had moved to the left.

"W—...?" Normal speech couldn't accurately portray his confusion. “What kind of otherworldly being is this puzzle for?!”

“Hello! Do you need help with something?” The boy answered him.

“What? …I would really like it if you told me the hint Gimei gave you?”

"Frankly, I doubt you’ll be able to later."

“That doesn’t help!” Henry cried out, stressed and confused.

“A lrig evag su siht xob emos emit .oga sI ti ?sruoy” The voice echoed.

“S-sorry…” Henry’s voice became very small.

He tried solving the puzzle over and over again, accidentally crossing his eyes multiple times but never getting anywhere. He had to stop when he noticed his hand moving in directions he didn’t know existed.

“What do I do?! What does "doing” even mean in this situation?!”

“I think I know what you’re talking about. Come inside!”

"Dude, I can't right now."

“Sure! Where music is the cracking of bones and applause is screams, a mountain waits for you.”

"I told you I— Wait! …That's the hint for the next number, isn't it?!"

“Go ahead.”

"I will take that as a yes! The cracking of bones and the screaming are an evident sign of the chiropractor club! Perfect! Now I won’t have to do this impossible puzzle!"

“Careful!”

“The number is eight, I don’t need to check it.”

He stood down and looked in the window. A bright moon dazzled in the night sky.

“A bright moon in the night sky?! How long have I been here?! I need to leave!”

Henry turned what he felt was 180 degrees and ran towards what could have been the door. But the more he ran towards it, the more it grew distant.

“Are you sure you can leave this with us?” The boy asked.

Henry tripped going left on a sudden set of steps (although his altitude before, during, or after climbing them did not change).

“We get that a lot.” The boy helped him crouch to his feet.

“How do I leave this hellscape?!”

“I’m not sure. It didn’t look like this when she had it.” He grabbed his hand.

He accompanied him to what was initially two desks stacked on top of each other, but quickly became recognizable as the door when they got closer to it. The moment it was open, Henry jumped out of the room.

“Come again soon!”

The voice of the boy echoed distantly, as if inside a cave. When Henry looked behind him, both the door and the club had disappeared. Ignoring the confusion, he ran to the first set of windows he could find and saw the sun getting closer to setting. He had no idea how long he had been inside the clubroom. The clock on his phone showed twenty-two past five.

Henry’s poor brain already had a hard time dealing with regular laws of physics, trying to understand what had happened would cause a short circuit in his head. He ignored the impossibility of the situation, and the fact that he was on a different floor than before, and marched straight to the chiropractor club.