Content Warning: This novel contains graphic depictions of violence, gore, and explicit erotic scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.


A storm was supposed to be nothing more than an inconvenience.

When Zixuan and her friends take shelter in an abandoned bus station to escape the sudden downpour, they believe they’re simply waiting for the rain to pass. 

But as the hours stretch on and the exits vanish, it becomes clear that this station isn’t just deserted—it’s a trap.

Doors begin to appear where there were none before. Strange, cold hallways beckon. Each door they open pulls them deeper into a maze of shifting realities and forgotten memories, forcing them to confront scenes from a past they don’t remember living—haunting echoes of pain, betrayal, desire, and death.

As paranoia sets in and the group begins to unravel, Zixuan realizes the truth is more horrifying than she imagined: they have been here before. This place knows them. It remembers everything they tried to forget. And someone, or something is orchestrating each cruel revelation with precision.

Why were their memories taken? What really happened here? And what will be left of them once every door is opened?

Let Me Out is a visceral, mind-bending descent into trauma, guilt, and twisted desire—where the past won’t stay buried, and the only way out is through the truth they were never meant to forget—but then one of them broke the rule.

Not metaphorically—literally. Cloud-cover peels like parchment, revealing layers of discarded outlines stitched to the heavens with thread made of forgotten subplots. Each thunderclap is an editor's sigh. Each lightning strike, a misplaced simile corrected mid-air.


The world shudders under a new tectonic force: Genre Drift.


Mountains become memoirs. Rivers rewrite themselves as scripts. The oceans groan in third-person omniscient.


And in the center of it all—where gravity folds inward upon grammar—a rift opens.


A tear in the meta-textual membrane. A wound leaking unfinished thought. Through it, lost characters crawl, blinking. Deleted antagonists. Misgendered protagonists. Background extras desperate to be foregrounded.


APPENDIX CD.LXXXIX: THE LEXICON BLACKOUT


Chapter 133 - Erratum Rift