The walls of the Saint Jude’s Institute were a shade of white that felt aggressive, a color designed to bleach the soul. Dr. Elias Thorne sat across from Patient Zero, a man who claimed to be the same person as Elias, just from a "different turn of the wheel."

"I've seen you do this a thousand times, Elias," Zero said, his voice a haunting mimicry of Elias's own. "You ask the same questions, you take the same notes, and you always reach the same conclusion: that I am delusional."

Elias scribbled in his notebook. *Patient exhibits advanced narcissistic projection and temporal delusions.* But his hand was shaking. For weeks, Elias had been experiencing "glitches." He would blink, and the office would be different—the desk moved, the clock running backward, the smell of ozone filling the air.

"We aren't in a hospital," Zero leaned forward, his eyes wide and piercing. "We're in a loop. A psychic knot. Every time we reach the moment of truth, the loop snaps, and we swap places. I was the doctor last time. You were the one in the straitjacket."

Elias laughed, but the sound was hollow. "That's a fascinating narrative, Zero. But the physical evidence—"

"The physical evidence is a lie!" Zero screamed, slamming his palms onto the table. The sound echoed, but it didn't stop. It reverberated, layering over itself until it became a roar.

Suddenly, the white walls flickered. For a fraction of a second, Elias saw the room as a ruin—overgrown with vines, the ceiling collapsed, the air thick with the dust of a century. Then, it snapped back.

"The loop is tightening," Zero whispered, his expression shifting from rage to a terrifying pity. "The boundary between 'us' is dissolving. In the next turn, there won't be a doctor and a patient. There will only be the one who survives the merge."

Elias felt a surge of nausea. He looked down at his notebook and saw that the ink was moving, rearranging itself into a message he hadn't written: *STOP LOOKING FOR THE EXIT. YOU ARE THE LOCK.*

Panic seized him. He stood up to leave, but the door was gone. In its place was a mirror. He looked into it and didn't see his own reflection. He saw Zero, standing in a clean white coat, holding a notebook, looking back at him with a professional, distant curiosity.

"Now," the reflection said, its voice coming from behind Elias. "Let's start the session from the beginning."

Elias tried to scream, but his voice was gone. He felt his consciousness being pulled, stretched, and folded. He felt the cold snap of the loop.

He blinked.

The walls of the Saint Jude’s Institute were a shade of white that felt aggressive. Elias sat across from Patient Zero. He picked up his pen and began to write: *Patient exhibits advanced narcissistic projection...*

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