Red Room 95 [v 1.2.3]

In Red Room 95, a single call shatters the line between screen and soul. Your devices glitch and hum like something alive, a pulse you can’t ignore. You reach to shut it down, but the light twists, the pixels bleed, and suddenly the world folds inward. Now you’re inside a distorted digital maze, a realm of obsession, temptation, and fractured identity. Every reflection lies. Every voice sounds like your own. Escape might be possible if you still remember who you were before the signal found you.