Mall of Monsters and Me

Bleeding out and hunted by merciless collectors, she kicks through my shattered doors with a blade drawn—only to realize the entire building is breathing beneath her skin, and I control every lock. She was sent to scavenge my ruins, but the burning debt mark on her flesh forces her into a lethal contract with a voice trapped inside the stone. Now, every deadly trap I trigger pulls us closer into a brutal game of survival against the syndicate hunting us both, blurring the line between captive and protector. When the demolition sirens scream and the execution squads breach our last defense, will she run to save her own life, or bleed for the living trap that owns her soul?