Panic set in as shadows multiplied. Whispers circled: Survive till dawn. Three rules: Don't look back. Don't sleep. Don't trust your reflection. Arjun ran, lungs burning from yesterday's abs workout. He stumbled into a clearing—a chessboard floor, pieces alive, kings toppling like falling bodies.
His double reappeared, holding a rusted Free Fire gun. "Play or perish." Bullets flew, but they passed through—dream logic. Arjun "died," respawning in a manga-style school, lockers bleeding ink. Kids with hollow eyes chanted his name, their skin peeling like old posters.