Hex

For Shiva, a weekend shift is just another shift—logic, routine, and getting the job done. So when whispers of something unnatural lurking in the office surface, he dismisses them as nothing more than idle talk.

But some doors aren't meant to be opened. Some floors aren't meant to be visited after dark.

A moment of rest turns into a waking nightmare. The familiar becomes foreign. The safe becomes sinister. And the line between what's real and what isn't begins to blur with every passing second.