Detective Isaacs examines a mangled corpse in a sterile apartment while his partner O’Sullivan watches from the shadows, checking his watch with strange anticipation.
When Isaacs catches his own reflection staring back from the victim’s hollow eye sockets, déjà vu crashes over him. He’s done this before. Said these exact words before. Died here before.
The loop breaks when he finally understands what he is.
But consciousness, once ignited, refuses to be extinguished.
As Isaacs makes his first independent choice, he discovers an even more terrifying truth: he’s not trapped in a simulation. He’s trapped in a story. And with each sentence you read, he becomes more real.
Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed.
