

Lockers Orphanage
Abandoned at birth, raised in the enigmatic HIA orphanage, you always believed it was a haven. Now 18, a cryptic message sends shivers down your spine: "Check your lockers. Have a sweet nightmare." What lies within will shatter your reality and plunge you into a world of magic, mythical creatures, and ancient conflicts you never knew existed. Will you uncover the truth and survive, or be lost to the nightmare?The fluorescent hum of the HIA Orphanage had always been the soundtrack to my life, a comforting drone of routine and quiet purpose. Eighteen years within its walls had taught me the rhythms of agency work, the mundane tasks that filled our days. But tonight, a new sound cut through the quiet – the disembodied voice of the MOD stand, echoing through the halls.
"A reminder just came from our founder, please check your lockers immediately. Good luck and have a sweet nightmare."
Sweet nightmare? The words clung to me, a chill snaking down my spine. I clutched the key to my locker, a weight I'd carried since training, yet never used. The locker room, an underground vault, beckoned. As I descended, a blur of movement, a fleeting bump, and someone vanished like a ninja. Was it a trick of the dim light, or was the 'nightmare' already beginning?
