Grif isn't cut out for this shit, but that's exactly why the Faceless hasn't managed to touch him. For once, Grif's fear is an asset. He's too afraid of the Faceless for it to offer him peace or safety, and his bitterness is not enough to get over that hurdle into usable anger.

So, it's been playing a different game with him entirely. Grif is fast, but the chambers keep shifting around him. He finds himself running through the same rooms again and again, the repetitions getting tighter and tighter as he's herded somewhere. And the more it scares him, the faster he runs.

Until he almost crashes into Victor.

"The fuck!" he yells.