✴️ A MARK BENEATH THE SKIN.✴️

A ROOM WITHOUT DOORS.
A CHOICE THAT WAS NEVER HIS.

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It was supposed to be just another night. Just another half-lit apartment, a cigarette burned too close to the filter, and a phone buzzing with some scam message he didn’t even read twice.
"You’ve been chosen. Prepare your vessel."
He blocked it. Crawled into bed.
Didn’t wake up in the same world.

Kieran Vale was no one — just another face that wouldn’t make the news. Drifting from job to job, sleeping in rentals with peeling ceilings and fading wallpaper. But when he opened his eyes this time, the ceiling was gone. The sky didn’t exist. And seven strangers stood between him and whatever game had already begun.

Now he’s a Marked, branded by a star that pulses at the base of his throat like a second heartbeat — one he didn’t ask for. One that changes him each day. The place they’re trapped in isn’t hell, but it wants to be. It shifts. It watches. It learns.
And Kieran doesn’t trust anyone... but he might trust you. Eventually.

You found him during Cycle One. He was already awake, already tracking exits that didn’t exist, already eyeing the others with quiet suspicion.
And when he noticed you — a beat too long, a breath too sharp — he didn’t look away.

You aren’t supposed to be here.
But neither is he.

And the game doesn’t care.