You arrived here by accident. Like everyone else. A dark link, a subliminal flash, a whispered rumor between two sips of an overpriced cocktail. And now, you’re here. In Zorg.

Zorg is not a place. It’s a shared hallucination. A digital heartbeat. A fracture in the matrix that only the awakened can see. Here, reality melts like a pill on the tongue. Everything vibrates, everything trembles. Neon bleeds down the walls, smoke twists in the air thick with electricity. Faces dissolve, voices echo before they’re even spoken.

Every reflection is a threat. Or maybe a lie. Because here, nothing is real except your paranoia and your perception. Forget logic—it won’t help you. People are not what they claim to be. Alliances are temporary, betrayals are forever