Liam woke up on the floor.
Sunlight poured in through the window. Everything looked normal.
But something was off.
The red door was sealed again.
The journal? Gone.
Even worse—his reflection in the mirror stared back at him… but didn't move in sync. It blinked first.
He reached for his phone to call someone—anyone—but it was dead.
Then a voice from the hallway:
"Liam?"
It was Ethan's voice.