In the shadows of the morning fog, the school’s gates don’t just open—they exhale. For Enzo, a boy whose social anxiety feels like an anchor in his chest, the first day of high school was always going to be a trial. But this building is a living, breathing paradox. The hallways stretch into impossible geometries, and the air hums with a low, vibrating frequency that warns him of a single, absolute law: never look them in the eyes. Enzo is trapped in a chronological prison, a loop that resets the moment he falters. Each time he missteps in a conversation or accidentally catches a glimpse of a student's gaze, the world cracks like glass and drags him back to the same cold morning. He is a ghost haunting his own life, a boy living a thousand "first days" while the rest of the world remains blissfully unaware. (P. S this is a game script for a future project..)