As Cain promised, the door to room eight opens and we step right inside. Once we do, Cain locks the door behind us—hopefully to keep others out and not to keep us in.

“Okay, great,” Amelia says, “but right now we need to focus on the Prince.”

“Yes,” Cain says. “There has to be a clue on the card that led you here.”

As Amelia pulls the deck out of Cleo’s bag, I do a quick survey of room eight. It looks just like the others, with its classic terra-cotta tones and wood-beamed ceiling, except there are little colorful guitar tributes nestled everywhere. The paintings hung in this room are also slightly different, more vibrant and abstractly symbolic.

“Oh my goddess,” Amelia suddenly exclaims, holding up The Magician as she pulls it from the deck. “That wand symbol in the bottom corner of that painting, it’s exactly the same one Perilli drew on The Magician, where he wrote the coordinates.”

We huddle to examine Amelia’s discovery and quickly realize she is correct. We then walk into the bathroom, where there’s a painting that takes up nearly the entire back wall. It’s made of abstract shapes and colors, so The Magician wand symbol fits right in. It would be nearly impossible to distinguish without Perilli’s card.

“I’ve checked behind all the paintings in this room, they’re bolted to the walls,” Cain says, excitement vibrating in his hushed voice. “But that Magician symbol—Perilli taught that Wands are about magic, which is really about faith. He believed all of it just represented hidden truth. And Perilli said that nothing obscures truth like perspective, because perspective shapes our reality.”

“Can looking behind bring you forward, can looking within broaden your horizons without?” Amelia whispers the Perillian quote, almost in a trance. “If we shift our perspective…”

Then, as if by instinct, Amelia reaches forward and touches the surface of the painting. I gasp as she does, but not because touching a painting is a forbidden act by most standards. I gasp because, as Amelia’s fingers press against the Magician’s symbol, the painting indents, clicking like a button. It reminds me of the way Amelia opened the toolset, which must be how she thought to press it in the first place.

The wall around the painting then comes forward, opening a hidden door… which reveals another small room, hidden behind the bathroom.

Our attention is pulled from this incredible discovery, however, as the doorknob to room eight suddenly begins to rattle, followed by a very loud banging on the door.

“Let us in!” a man’s voice shouts, full of force. “You can’t keep us out for long!”