The Afterlife Experiment

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Atra Hart's shadow has grown teeth. It moves on its own and whispers her name. She calls it Dread and it threatens to devour her mind.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>When a fire breaks out at the asylum where she's locked up Atra seizes the chance for freedom only to witness an electric-purple rift split the sky open. Like Dread the rift is visible only to her.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Then she awakens back in the asylum unharmed as if the fire the escape and the rift never happened. But everything feels wrong. No one remembers her old life. Her family her friends-even her past-have vanished. The doctors insist she's delusional but the messages scribbled on the mirrors suggest otherwise. The darkness beneath her bed whispers secrets. And the black cat that watches from where the veils thin? It doesn't belong here.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>As Atra ventures deeper into the mystery she uncovers a chilling truth: this isn't an asylum. It's a trap woven between broken realities. The rift isn't a vision. It's a crack in the barrier between worlds and something is trying to come through. Dread isn't a hallucination. It's a harbinger connected to something ancient that moves between realities like a parasite searching for a perfect host.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>If Atra can't sever her connection to Dread she won't just lose her grip on sanity-she'll become the vessel that lets the horror in. She'll open the door to something that could end reality itself.</span></p>