Holloway
The Conspiracy Theorist in the Shifting Labyrinth
Trust nothing. Not even the floor beneath your feet.
Before the Cube, I saw patterns in the chaos — pharmaceutical conspiracies, medical boards with blood on their hands. Now? I'm just following the same signs into a deeper maze. I don't need a scalpel to dissect the lies. Everyone here is either a pawn or a patient. I'm neither. I'm the diagnosis.
What I'm Into: paranoia as precision, deadly geometry, questioning every ally, medical anomalies, the truth behind locked doors
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