CODE. (only the dead escape)

All I wanted was a way out.



Out of my broken home. Away from my gambling-addicted father. Away from the silence, the shouting, the constant weight of disappointment. So when I heard about CODE—the most immersive game ever built—I begged them to let me play. I was over eighteen. I signed the waiver. I thought I knew what I was getting into.



I didn’t.



CODE isn’t just a game. It’s a maze of brutal missions, each one a dive into a new life where I’m forced to survive, adapt, and fight. One mission, one life. Die three times, and you fade—permanently. No emotions, no attachments, no falling in love. Break the rules, and the game breaks you.



But there’s something they’re not telling us.



There’s a reason this game feels so real. A reason it knows me. And if I don’t uncover the truth hidden in the code, I won’t just lose the game.



I’ll lose myself.