The walls breathed like living tissue. My mother's face stretched and warped until she looked like a carnival mirror reflection. Lucky's voice echoed from impossible directions, speaking words that made no sense.
"The antidote," Elena gasped, but her hands had become spiders crawling across her device.
Viktor's laughter multiplied, coming from every surface at once. "Beautiful, is it not? Russian neuroscience at its finest. You will experience your worst fears as absolute reality."
I tried to focus on Elena, but she kept shifting between my grandmother, my father, and a woman I had never seen before. "Which one are you?" I demanded.
"I am all of them," she replied, her voice layering into harmonies. "I am everyone you have ever trusted who betrayed you."
Lucky reached for me, but his
