THE CHOSEN POINT

In the deepest chamber, the presence doesn’t hide, shift, or retreat. It focuses. The room tightens around Ellis like it’s syncing to his breath, studying him with a precision that feels deliberate. There are no footsteps. No voices. No shapes in the dark. Just a pressure that moves with intention — and a pulse that answers his.This isn’t the building reacting anymore.It’s choosing.And Ellis realizes he’s not just inside the structure.He’s inside something that finally decided to acknowledge him.