ExoShaneey

Content Warning: This novel contains graphic depictions of violence, gore, and explicit erotic scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.


A storm was supposed to be nothing more than an inconvenience.

When Zixuan and her friends take shelter in an abandoned bus station to escape the sudden downpour, they believe they’re simply waiting for the rain to pass. 

But as the hours stretch on and the exits vanish, it becomes clear that this station isn’t just deserted—it’s a trap.

Doors begin to appear where there were none before. Strange, cold hallways beckon. Each door they open pulls them deeper into a maze of shifting realities and forgotten memories, forcing them to confront scenes from a past they don’t remember living—haunting echoes of pain, betrayal, desire, and death.

As paranoia sets in and the group begins to unravel, Zixuan realizes the truth is more horrifying than she imagined: they have been here before. This place knows them. It remembers everything they tried to forget. And someone, or something is orchestrating each cruel revelation with precision.

Why were their memories taken? What really happened here? And what will be left of them once every door is opened?

Let Me Out is a visceral, mind-bending descent into trauma, guilt, and twisted desire—where the past won’t stay buried, and the only way out is through the truth they were never meant to forget—but then one of them broke the rule.

Let Me Out

That very same night, there was no laughter between them.

No whispered I love yous to chase away the ache.

Only the cold scratch of quill against parchment, the soft rustle of yellowing maps, and Cecilion's voice—low, obsessive—murmuring calculations and fragmented thoughts as he cross-referenced lunar cycles with alchemical charts.

Zixuan sat curled in the far corner of the room, swallowed in her robe, knees hugged close to her chest. Her skin still carried the scent of the forest—of moss, blood, and fear. Her eyes were hollow, unfocused, trapped somewhere between the past and the unfolding horror of their present.

Not since she saw Cecilion grin like that.

Not since that inhuman light filled his eyes.

Second Sacrifice