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Ravens and sparrows line up along the top of the gate and shriek in unison as they fly away. Okay. A hundred out of a hundred on the scary factor scale. The group of students I followed queue at the end of a long line of about thirty people. At the gate, there are two men wearing black suites and creepy bunny masks whose lips are smeared with blood. Fake, hopefully. One of the bunnies seems to be checking the students' QR codes. Then upon seeing something on his device, he confiscates their phones and mechanically feels them up for other phones, cameras, or electronic devices. All of those go into a basket with a number tag on them. Then the other bunny straps a white mask with a number on each participant’s face and ties a bracelet with the same number on their wrist before letting them inside. As my turn approaches, my whole body starts shaking. Second thoughts swarm my mind and I stare behind me, only to find others queuing on and on. If I leave now, nothing will happen. If I leave