Description
Anhur has walked through warzones, simulations, and nightmares born from corrupted minds, but nothing could have prepared him for this. One moment, he was following a lead-an alleyway swallowed in shadow, coordinates pinged from a trusted source. The next, he wakes up somewhere wrong. Endless, windowless corridors stretch in every direction, their sickly yellow walls humming with an unnatural energy. The air is thick with the scent of damp carpet and something else, something metallic, something old. Time doesn't feel right here. The angles of the hallways bend in ways they shouldn't. And worst of all-he is not alone. With his katana at his side and the whisper of static where his Oracle should be, Anhur moves forward, searching for an exit that may not exist. Something lurks in the distance, just beyond the flickering fluorescent light. Something that watches. That waits. That learns. There are rules to this place, though no one left behind seems to remember them all. But Anhur doesn't play by rules-he makes them. And if there's no way out, he'll carve one himself. But the deeper he goes, the more the walls seem to close in. The more the hum sinks into his skull. And the more he begins to wonder if escape was ever an option. Or if he was meant to be here all along.
PRELUDE: THE HUM BENEATH THE WORLD
