Takumi woke with a start, his breath ragged, his body drenched in cold sweat. But something was different. The room was different.
The walls were shifting. The shadows in the corners seemed to move, follow him. His teammates were nowhere to be seen.
And then came the sound. The scraping again. The same creature from earlier—but closer.
Takumi's heart raced as he turned, seeing it—a monstrous form that lurked in the darkness. But this time, it wasn't just a creature. It was an illusion, a manifestation of his deepest fears. It was him—the distorted reflection, the demon version of Takumi, his eyes glowing with malevolent intent.
And then it lunged.