Light swallows everything.
It floods your vision so completely that instinct takes over—you throw your arms up, shielding your eyes from the blinding white. For a moment, there is no sound, no ground beneath your feet, no sense of direction. Just light. Endless, overwhelming light.
Then it fades.
Slowly, painfully, you lower your arms. Your muscles ache now that the adrenaline has drained from your body, leaving behind a hollow throb in your bones. You blink, letting your eyes adjust, and then—
You realise.
You're back in Bradley's house.
The living room. The same wooden floor. The same dusty shelves. The same tapestry on the wall—the one that once held the portal to your bedroom. The one that you had seen before.
You take a shaky step forward.
Then another.
Your fingertips brush the tapestry's surface.
A spark erupts beneath your skin.
Electric. Alive.
Energy surges outward, swirling around you like a sudden storm. The air whips into a spiraling wind, tugging at your clothes, your hair, your breath. The tapestry ripples, then splits open like a wound in reality.
The portal is open again…!
But this time… it's different.
It radiates a dark, dangerous energy—thick and heavy, like ink bleeding through water. The edges pulse with a deep crimson glow. You can see your room on the other side, but something is wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Your world looks tinted with a rosy colour, as if someone laid a pink film over everything. The walls, the bed, the window—everything is washed in a soft, unnatural hue.
It wasn't like this before.
Your heart thuds in your ears.
Your breath trembles.
Now you have a choice.
A real one.
Return home…
or stay and uncover the truth behind this twisted story.
The logical choice is obvious.
Go home.
Leave this nightmare behind.
Stop letting yourself get tangled deeper into a book that shouldn't even be capable of this.
You swallow hard.
Then you reach out.
Your hand slips through the portal's surface like passing through cool water. The rest of your body follows, step by slow step. The air feels thick, resisting you, as if the portal itself is reluctant to let you go.
Your heartbeat pounds louder.
Your foot touches the floor of your room.
And then…
You scream—