kiraxkira
They don't recruit you.
You find them in your sleep.
What begins as a series of harmless nights turns into something far more dangerous as he falls deeper into a group that transverse between the conscious and the unconscious world.
No records. No proof.
Just a shared silence... and a door that shouldn't be there.
The deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes:
This isn't just a cult.
It's something that's learning how to spread.