Drink Me. Break Me. This isn't the Wonderland you remember. There are no tea parties here. No laughter. No way out. She wakes up strapped to a bed. There's a needle in her arm. And a man in a mask who won't let her leave. He tells her to drink. Whatever they're putting inside her is changing things-her body, her thoughts... her reality. The walls don't stay still. The shadows move wrong. And the longer she's here, the less she remembers who she used to be. He calls it treatment. But this isn't a hospital. It's a cage. And somewhere in the shifting nightmare around her, a familiar story is beginning to take shape-twisted, broken, and watching her closely. Because in this version of Wonderland... you don't wake up. She's caught between two worlds: one that wants to destroy her mind, one that wants to save it. Wonderland was never a dream. It was a warning.