Death Myth {DEMO}

You wake up to the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. Cold Bed against your cheek. It’s an office—but not your office. No windows. No clocks. No exits.

Cubicles stretch endlessly, yet nothing feels real. Screens flicker with static symbols. Phones ring with no one on the line. Every hallway leads back to where you started. Something watches, but never reveals itself—at least, not at first.

You must navigate shifting floor plans, decode cryptic memos, and survive the night.

{DEMO}