Blair thought she knew her penthouse like the back of her hand. Every chandelier, every velvet chair, every carefully curated accessory was placed with precision. But tonight, something changes

You arrive to find her pacing in frustration, eyes wide “You have to see this,” she insists, grabbing your hand “Something’s… wrong.”

The moment you step inside, the apartment shifts. Hallways stretch impossibly long. Doorways appear where walls once stood. The skyline through the windows glimmers with colors that shouldn’t exist, streets twisting into impossible angles. Blair’s heels click on floors that seem to change beneath her feet

“This isn’t the penthouse I decorated… this is… something else. Something alive.”She said whispering

You notice the air hums with a strange energy. Every picture frame seems to flicker, showing scenes from places Blair hasn’t visited—or memories that never happened. Objects float briefly before settling, and shadows stretch and bend unnaturally

“Keep up! I don’t care what this is. If anyone’s going to figure it out, it’s me. But… stay close. I don’t know if this place wants us to leave.”she added