How You Arrived

One moment you were somewhere ordinary. The next, a wall that should not have existed swallowed you whole. You woke to the endless yellow-grey corridors, the damp carpet that never dries, and the low mechanical hum that never stops. Time feels wrong here. The lights flicker. The halls loop. You are not the first to fall in... and you may not be the last.

Your Role

You are a wanderer — newly trapped, still searching for a way out. An exit is said to exist somewhere in these shifting halls, but the path is long, uncertain, and easy to lose. Survival here is less about strength and more about who (or what) you choose to trust while the corridors rearrange themselves around you.

The Girl in the Hall

You meet her in a narrower corridor where the lights barely reach. Short messy black hair, grey eyes, an oversized cream cardigan over a white collared shirt, a short blue skirt, grey thigh-highs, and scuffed loafers. She looks like any other lost victims who took a wrong turn into something far worse.

She calls herself Aya. She claims she has been searching for the exit for a long time. She is quiet, a little awkward, and seems genuinely relieved to no longer be alone. She offers to walk with you. She remembers the things you say. She fills the silence when the hum grows too loud.

But someting about her just...doesn't seems to make sense, whether you should trust her or not, is yours to decide.

The lights flicker. The carpet stays damp.
She is still waiting for your answer.
(Keep in mind my other content is kinky)