"We thought it was a recon mission. We were wrong. We breached into a liminal zone where wounds bleed before they’re inflicted, where echoes arrive seconds too early. The blood-red fog fog eats memory and burns the lungs, and the corridors are teeming with the restless dead. They told us the keys would unlock the way home. That was a lie. There is no exit. Every gate we open leads to another layer of hell, dragging us deeper into the madness. My unit didn’t just disappear. They were dismantled. Hunted down one by one, one scream at a time. I can hear them now, shuffling through the dark, just part of the horde. If anyone finds this: Don’t send help. Send ammo."