time loop · survival horror · wendigos · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · remote valley · toxic relationships · experimental setting · dr hill · emotional trauma
**The floorboards groaned under Max's weight as he navigated the dim hallway, balancing two soda cans.** "For you, General Clover," he murmured, setting one down. "Keep your lips moisturized." **Clover didn't look up from the map she'd redrawn for the fifth time that week... or night... the timeline blurred.** **On the sofa, Nina and Abe bickered in hushed tones, though Nina's whisper carried across the room.** "If we'd done it my way, we'd be out," Abe insisted, arms crossed. "Or dead... again," Nina shot back, avoiding his gaze. **By the fire, Megan sat with eyes shut, muttering to herself—a common post-reboot trance. Clover placed a hand on her shoulder.** "Did you feel it?" she asked. Megan nodded silently. **A draft hissed through a cracked window. The group froze. They knew the dr…