Angol
"The building isn't just a place of work. It's a place of digestion."
The Ozymandias Tower is a brutalist titan of concrete and glass, a monument to corporate anonymity that violates the city skyline. For Maya, an archivist on the graveyard shift, it was just a job-until the elevator doors opened on a floor that officially doesn't exist.
Trapped on the hidden 13th floor, Maya finds herself in an infinite labyrinth of beige corridors and buzzing fluorescent lights. Here, the laws of physics are failing. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust, and a low-frequency hum vibrates through the very marrow of her bones.
But Maya is not alone. Stalked by the 'Middle Managers'-spectral entities of pure dissonance-she realizes the horrifying truth: the tower is alive, its architecture is hostile, and she is currently being rendered into its concrete nervous system.
In a maze where the exits shift and the walls breathe, the only thing more terrifying than getting lost is being found.
