In Nightmare -

The next layer was a vast library where the books flew around like agitated birds. Here, she had to solve puzzles, assembling scattered notes that detailed the true nature of her tormentor. She felt her insanity level rising, making it harder to distinguish between what was real and what was merely a figment of her fear.

The alarm didn’t sound. It didn't need to. Elara woke up not in her warm bed, but in a corridor that smelled faintly of old ink and ozone. The floor was made of black glass, and the walls were covered in portraits that shifted when she wasn't looking directly at them. She was . In Nightmare

After navigating through her past, she reached the center, a twisted version of her childhood playroom. The "Monsters in the Forest" weren't beasts; they were the adults from the compound, their faces blank voids. The next layer was a vast library where