“Can you have a good dream tonight?”
When those words rang out, the nightmare in the dormitory became one no one could ever wake from.
Answer it, and you won't be yourself anymore. Refuse, and you still won't escape.
My roommate died of cardiac arrest.
Only I knew he had been killed by that question.
And I couldn't escape it either.
I died once, my heart pierced through, but I survived by some uncanny power.
The price was becoming a symbiotic being with it.
Every time I use its power, I come one step closer to becoming uncanny myself.
The uncanny cannot be killed. Only the uncanny can fight the uncanny.
A nightmare sweeping across the globe is spreading. Caught between human and uncanny, I can only use its power to break its rules and stay alive.
