Some bills are paid in cash. Others cost a piece of your soul.
Jeremy thought it was just another quiet night. One of those suffocatingly slow moments spent surrounded by textbooks, forgotten by a family that barely noticed he was still awake. But a sudden, brilliant white flash in his backyard changes everything.
An ancient wooden door, floating independently against the wet grass, opens into a pitch-black void. Caught between two incompatible realities, Jeremy is pulled into a timeless luminescence that rewrites his thoughts, his history, and his sanity.
When he wakes up, the ordinary world is gone.
Before him rises a colossal monolith of iron, gray stone, and rows of uniform, blackened windows beneath a rusted, flickering sign: THE ENDLESS HOTEL.
There are no rules here to protect him. There is no one coming to look for him. The only way out is straight through the ceiling, navigating shifting realities, architectural nightmares, and the devastating toll they take on his mind.
But the hotel doesn't want him dead. It wants something much worse. It wants a broken, tormented soul to reach the top floor.
The climb has begun.
What will you have left when you finally settle the bill?