Aghataherbert
"The first time you came here, you called it a dream. This time, you'll call it home."
Adrian Kairo is a creature of habit: college classes, the steady hum of a ceiling fan, and the cold Portland rain. But reality is starting to fray at the edges.
It starts with a flickering light. Then, a hallway that shouldn't exist; a yellow-lit, liminal labyrinth that pulses like a dying heartbeat. Each door leads deeper into a distorted version of his own life, and at the end of every corridor stands Cillian Virex.
Cillian is calm. Cillian is familiar. Cillian is a man Adrian has never met, yet his soul recognizes him with a terrifying, bone-deep certainty.
As the levels of the hallway shift from dreams to memories and into something far more dangerous, Adrian must face the fragments of himself he tried to bury. In a place where logic is an architect and silence is a weapon, Adrian is about to learn that forgetting was the only thing keeping him safe.
Step into the hallway. Just remember: once you start walking, the exit is the first thing to disappear.