Mark of the Hunt

Am I going insane?

At first, I thought it was about survival.



Follow the rules. Complete the tasks. Stay alive. That’s what they told us—or what the voice said, anyway. And when you're stripped of everything—your memories, your identity—you cling to any structure that offers a chance. Even if it feels wrong.



But it wasn’t survival. Not really.



It was obedience. Control. Conditioning.



Every challenge chipped away at something I couldn’t name—something I thought was mine. My fear. My will. My sense of what’s real. The others seemed to adapt too easily, like they’d done this before. Like they knew I’d crack long before the end. And maybe that was the point.



It wasn’t about making it out alive.



It was about seeing how far they could twist me before I stopped fighting.



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