Arjun's Motorola buzzed at 2 AM in his Pune flat. A glitchy YouTube notification: Join The Nightmare—Live Now. No channel name, just a black thumbnail with red eyes. Curiosity won; he clicked. The stream loaded a dark forest, pixelated like an old game. A voice whispered, Enter if you dare. His screen glitched—then pulled him in.
He awoke in the forest, heart pounding. Trees loomed like twisted anime demons, branches clawing the fog. No phone, no escape. Footsteps crunched nearby. "Hello?" he called. A figure emerged: his own face, grinning maniacally. "You're late for the game," it said, vanishing into mist.