Karma loves me

"Where... am I? What... is this place? My head... it hurts. What the hell... is going on?"

Damien Clay Raven, a 17-year-old high school senior, awoke in a dimly lit, suffocating cell. The walls seemed alive, pulsating with an eerie glow, and the air was thick with a metallic stench. A distorted voice echoed through unseen speakers, calling the place "Locus." Disoriented and panicked, Damien struggled to recall how he got there, but his memories were fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror.

Determined to escape, he managed to force his way out of the cell, only to be greeted by an endless, shadowy corridor. The walls were lined with flickering lights that cast grotesque shapes across the floor. He wasn't alone. Others wandered the hall, their faces etched with fear and confusion.

As the grim reality began to sink in, whispers filled the air-warnings of the horrors lurking in the dark. The survivors quickly realized they were trapped in a twisted labyrinth they named "Domus Mortis" a house of death. Every step forward seemed to lead deeper into the unknown, and the only certainty was that survival would demand sacrifices.