"You cannot leave, not yet." The voice spoke once more. Not yet, those words had nested into my head. Could I only leave if I beat the game? I looked down at my now shaking hand, the two wooden dice knocking on each other. Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling. On reflex, my hand opened, dropping the dice. The board had three new numbers: seven, ten, and three. The dice rolled on the table with their beautiful song, now an agonizing plea. A new stress rooted its way into my heart as my breath hitched and slowed, unable to to take my eyes off the dice. The oak landed on three dots, the birch, thankfully, landed on four. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the numbers faded from the board.