Leo clicked the door.
She was supposed to be at a sleepover.
The game loaded without loading. One second, the menu. The next, he was standing in a hallway that looked exactly like his own—same wood-paneled walls, same scuff marks on the baseboard—except the perspective was wrong. He was looking at the back of his own head. He was controlling himself. chd ps2
On-screen, his avatar turned. Its face was his face, but the mouth was stitched shut with red thread. It pointed down the hall. Toward his little sister’s room. Leo clicked the door