Ryan began to walk the moment the system’s voice faded from his head.The sudden silence felt wrong.At first, he thought it was just his imagination—that his senses were sharpened because of fear and tension.But after a few steps, he realized it wasn’t only in his head.The grocery store, which ha

Ryan tried to push himself up from the cold floor, his palms slipping slightly against the smooth tiles stained with dust and broken fragments from the shattered shelves.His entire body screamed in protest, every muscle trembling as though it had been stretched beyond its limit.His vision blurred

Ryan moved through the grocery store slowly, the iron rod hanging firmly in his grip as his footsteps echoed softly against the tiled floor.The aisles were still eerily quiet now. No voices. No carts. No distant hum of chatter.Only the faint buzz of the overhead bulb and the sound of his own breat

The Collector slammed himself back against the cold leather of his armchair, his teeth gritted and knuckles white as he struggled to catch his breath.His body trembled, not from exhaustion, not from fear, but from something far more sinister and unfamiliar—a sensation that clawed at every muscle, e

Morning had finally arrived, breaking the long, restless night.To the Collector, it had felt like an eternity, each passing hour stretching endlessly as he waited.Now the Collector stood in front of the mirror, completely still.His head was shaved clean—no strands left behind, no familiar hair, n