root-book

Juan Cho’sin was ready to pull the trigger. His tormentor lay before him, helpless, the weight of years of humiliation, pain, and fear pressing down on his shaking hands. One squeeze, and it would all be over. But just as he made his choice, the world shattered. The halls of his school twisted into something impossible—walls bent like liquid, shadows pulsed with unseen life, and a voice whispered coldly in his ear: "Survival Mode Activated." "You Are Being Tracked." "Sanity: 100/100."