Void: The Mind Is a Cave

Cassian can read a room in four seconds. He knows which handshake to give, which silence to leave open, and exactly how long to hold an embrace so it registers as warmth. He has built an entire life on the fact that nobody has ever noticed. Then an old woman blocks his path at a wedding, holds his eyes, and tells him he isn't going to make it. That night he falls asleep and wakes somewhere colder. A street party where the guests stop existing between glances. A room he cannot leave. A concrete chamber where every person he has ever damaged sits waiting in rows - including faces he doesn't recognise yet. There is a way out. There is always a way out, for a man like him. He only has to decide what he's willing to leave behind to take it. Two months later, the doorbell rings.