21 scenes · 3 endings · free to play, no account needed
You wake up in a sterile white room, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to the air. You don't remember how you got here, or why. Visitors call your name, doctors talk about an 'incident' you can't recall. Will you uncover the truth or settle into the comfortable lie?
The fluorescent lights hum above, casting a stark white glow on the padded walls. A thick, reinforced door sits across the room. You've been here for what feels like an eternity, and a moment. The last thing you remember is a flash of bright light, then nothing.
Your fingers find the edge of the mattress—vinyl, institutional, crackling faintly when you shift. Someone has folded your clothes neatly on the chair: gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt, no laces in the shoes. A plastic cup of water waits on the nightstand, the ice long melted. You don't know your name. You don't know why the door locks from the outside.
Your first choice:
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