The first thing you notice when you wake up is the silence. Your heartbeat, your breath—gone. But you’re still… alive?

You sit up, but something feels wrong. You feel lighter, almost hollow. Your vision sharpens, but the room around you seems darker, the edges slightly blurred. As you move your hand to rub your eyes, you freeze.

Your hand isn’t there.

Well, not in the way it should be. Instead of skin, it’s a pitch-black silhouette, fingers still defined but lacking any detail. You turn your hand over—no nails, no creases, just a void. And then you catch it—your reflection in the mirror across the room.

Two piercing white eyes stare back. Empty. Glowing. The only features breaking the abyss that now makes up your body.

"Dude, what the hell?!"

You snap your head toward your roommate, who’s standing in the doorway, their face pale with shock.

What happened to you? Why do you look like Tessa? And more importantly… is this permanent?