
by Viole45
Adry Amagami didn't want to join the Horror Club. He didn't believe in ghosts, urban legends, or anything that couldn't be explained. Then an application with no name, no icon, and no way to delete it installed itself on his phone in the middle of the night. It gives him one objective at a time. A name. A deadline. Sometimes not even that. Fail, and the day resets — but only for him. Nobody else remembers the version where they didn't make it. Only Adry carries every failed attempt, every death that never technically happened, every version of the night that went wrong before he finally got it right. There's no system to level up. No magic power to save him. Just a phone that won't explain itself, a body he has to train with his own two hands, and Japan's most infamous urban legends — each one very real, and each one bound by rules he has to learn the hard way, one loop at a time. Between resets, he still has to be a person: a reluctant member of a Horror Club that has no idea what he's carrying, a friend to people who remember surviving impossible nights but not how many times they actually died first, and a increasingly bad liar running out of excuses for why he always seems to know too much, too soon. Every monster has a weakness. Every failure teaches something. And every save costs something nobody else will ever know was paid.
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| 1 | The Horror Club | — |