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Intro. You awaken in a vast, colorless plain. No sky. No ground. Just endless gray stretching in all directions. And then — a single red door. It stands upright, untouched by wind or time. No walls. No hinges. Just the door. From the other side, something slams against it. Once. Then again. Louder. Closer. You feel no hunger, no pain, but also no memory. Then, a voice — velvet and jagged — curls around your thoughts.

Twisted's Red Door

@Twisted