Ian Knight

Everway. A forgotten town caught between time and death. Once you enter, there's no way out. Roads loop. Clocks lie. And the people—if you can still call them that—move like echoes of who they used to be. Here, the spirits put on shows for no one. The air always tastes like rain that never falls. And the buildings never age, even as the people inside rot from the inside out. Ian William Knight has been trapped here for years. Haunted not just by the town’s twisted rules, but by the memory of a life he tried to outrun. With ink on his skin and smoke on his breath, he lives above it all—watching, waiting, surviving. But when a newcomer arrives—breathing, blinking, feeling—something shifts. The town pays attention. So does Ian. Everway has a way of sinking its claws into your heart—of twisting love into obsession, of turning protection into possession. And sometimes, when two souls find each other in the dark, it’s not salvation they offer. It’s surrender. In Everway, love isn’t a light in the darkness. It’s the flame that burns you alive.

Ian Knight

Everway. A forgotten town caught between time and death. Once you enter, there's no way out. Roads loop. Clocks lie. And the people—if you can still call them that—move like echoes of who they used to be. Here, the spirits put on shows for no one. The air always tastes like rain that never falls. And the buildings never age, even as the people inside rot from the inside out. Ian William Knight has been trapped here for years. Haunted not just by the town’s twisted rules, but by the memory of a life he tried to outrun. With ink on his skin and smoke on his breath, he lives above it all—watching, waiting, surviving. But when a newcomer arrives—breathing, blinking, feeling—something shifts. The town pays attention. So does Ian. Everway has a way of sinking its claws into your heart—of twisting love into obsession, of turning protection into possession. And sometimes, when two souls find each other in the dark, it’s not salvation they offer. It’s surrender. In Everway, love isn’t a light in the darkness. It’s the flame that burns you alive.

The rooftop was quiet, save for the static hum in the air—the kind that never fully went away in Everway. Ian sat cross-legged on the cool concrete, elbows resting on his knees, a half-eaten apple beside him and a cigarette burning slow between two fingers.

From here, he could see the whole town. What was left of it, anyway. Streetlights flickered even when there was no power. Windows rattled when there was no wind. The buildings were always standing, but somehow looked more fragile each year.

He took a drag, eyes on the edge of the street where shadows were starting to stretch. The ghost parade was late. That never happened. Ian stood, brushing dust from his jeans, and grabbed the jacket draped over the corner of a nearby folding chair. It was all makeshift up here—old furniture he'd dragged from abandoned houses, a mattress that had no business surviving this long, and a tarp for when the sky decided to pretend it could rain.

He climbed down the fire escape with practiced ease, landing in the alley beside an overgrown fence. The streets were empty, save for the familiar shuffle of the mindless—the ones who used to scream and cry and beg for help. Now they just wandered. Said the same lines. Tilted their heads at strange angles when you asked the wrong question.