Trevor and Lyra moved cautiously through the newly revealed path. The air was dense, pressing against their chests, as though the cavern itself was holding its breath. Every step they took echoed through the stillness, a constant reminder that they were far from safety.“Why does everything in this place look like a bad dream?” Trevor muttered, his sword drawn, his eyes darting between the shadows. "Like, can we get some normal, non-nightmare scenery here?"Lyra, walking in front, didn’t reply immediately. Her focus was intense, her gaze fixed ahead. “This place… it feels different. I don’t think it’s just the atmosphere. Something’s changing.”“Great,” Trevor said, sounding almost sarcastic. “Something’s changing. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”A sudden rumble ran through the ground beneath them. Trevor’s heart jumped into his throat as the tunnel around them began to shift—large chunks of the stone floor cracked and crumbled, sending debris tumbling into the dark abyss below

Trevor and Lyra had barely taken a few steps after the Guardian’s ominous warning when something strange happened. The air around them seemed to distort, bending as if reality itself was warping. The ground beneath their feet wavered, and the shadows, which had been so oppressive just moments ago, began to flicker and dance as if alive.“I don’t like this,” Trevor muttered, instinctively reaching for his sword, though he knew it wouldn’t be of much use here.Lyra looked around, her staff raised, ready for whatever was coming next. “Something’s not right. I feel—”Before she could finish her sentence, the ground beneath their feet seemed to vanish. A dizzying sensation of freefall gripped them as if they were being sucked into a vortex. Trevor tried to call out, but the words caught in his throat as the world around him twisted and turned.In the blink of an eye, the chaotic energy of the system world vanished. The oppressive darkness, the ominous cavern, the Guardian—they were all gon

Trevor’s paranoia didn’t ease as he rode through the city streets. He kept glancing over his shoulder, half-expecting that shadowy man to reappear. But the roads remained empty, the only sounds being the hum of traffic and the occasional shout from pedestrians.Still, something was wrong.His mind kept replaying the moment at the café. Lyra’s face, her confused expression, the way she had looked at him like he was a stranger.Had the system erased her memories? Or… was this even the same Lyra?Trevor turned onto a quiet alley, stopping to take a break. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Nothing unusual. His boss had sent him a few reminders, and there were some spam texts, but—Then, his screen flickered.Just for a second.Trevor frowned. He tapped the screen, but everything seemed fine now. Probably just a glitch.Then it happened again.This time, the screen filled with static before flashing a message in bold red text:"SYSTEM ERROR: MEMORY RETRIEVAL INCOMPLETE."Tr

Trevor barely slept.Every time he closed his eyes, his brain replayed the events of the day the identical deliveries, the scripted responses, and the man in the black hoodie.That had been the only change.A glitch in the system’s perfect repetition.Trevor had spent half the night staring at his phone, waiting for another message, another clue. But nothing came.So if the system wasn’t going to give him answersHe’d have to force them out.7:00 AM.His alarm blared. Again.Trevor slammed it off, staring at the cracked ceiling. If today was another reset, then his phone would be...He checked the screen.Boss: Yo, we’re short on drivers today. You can pick up extra shifts?Trevor exhaled sharply. Same day. Same message.Not for long.He got dressed quickly, grabbed his keys, and bolted outside.Today, he wasn’t following the script.Trevor skipped his first delivery.Instead, he went straight to the café.He knew what he was looking for. Lyra.And there she was.Sitting in her usual

Trevor’s vision blurred as the world around him shattered like glass. The moment his hand touched his doppelgänger’s, reality collapsed into a swirling void of colors and static. It felt like falling but in every direction at once.His stomach twisted. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the dizziness only got worse. Then...THUD.He hit the ground hard.Trevor groaned, rolling onto his back. The surface beneath him was solid cold metal, smooth like a hospital floor. The air smelled sterile, like disinfectant and machine oil.Slowly, he forced his eyes open.And immediately wished he hadn’t.He was in a room. But not a normal one. The walls were massive digital screens, flickering with images and numbers. His own face appeared on some of them different versions of him. Some looked like past selves, wearing his old delivery uniform. Others… weren’t him at all. Twisted, monstrous versions with glowing eyes and jagged smiles.Trevor pushed himself up, heart pounding. "Okay. This is officially