THE TAMPERED REALITY // COLLAPSED TO NIL
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"I found myself stuck in this ruin."
The Tampered Reality (TTR) takes place in an altered reality of three friends; Scratch, Durian and Zed. On a fateful day, one of them goes missing and Durian became obsessed locating her by publishing personal videos of both of them to the public.
But as years pass, everyone moves on from her altogether, except for Durian. Who had pursued criminology in hopes that no one could fall the same fate as Scratch did. Yet the cat's curiosity can only take him so far. He shouldn't have meddled in things he doesn't understand.
This is a psychological story that takes elements of my social life and gets implemented in this story. I am in under no circumstances using everybody here as a form of malicious intent or to ruin their image.
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