The Sleepless Nights Origins

Meet Isanna. Marketing specialist. Recently relocated. Definitely not having the best year of her life.
Between navigating corporate bureaucracy in a country that doesn't exactly welcome outsiders and quietly pretending she's fine, Isanna has picked up a new hobby. Stressful. Unavoidable. Mostly involuntary.

Walking home alone at night. And noticing that reality doesn't seem to be holding itself together very well.
The street loops. You noticed, right?
Walk forward through the same rain-soaked corporate district, over and over. Each loop, something might be different. A sign that wasn't there. A shadow that moved. A light that shouldn't be that color. Or maybe nothing at all — maybe the street is exactly as it should be. Which somehow makes you doubt yourself even more.
Your job is to figure out which one it is.

See something wrong? Keep walking forwards. It isn't the same street anymore.
Everything normal? Turn back, and always look over your shoulder.
Guess wrong? Start over.

Simple, right? Sure. At first.

FEATURES
A looping night street that is definitely, absolutely, 100% the same every time. (It isn't. Sometimes.)

Dozens of nightmares ranging from "wait, did that light just flicker?" to "chat, we are cooked."

A fully functional phone, because even in a nightmare, you should check your notifications. (You can't write back. It isn't safe on the streets.)

An atmosphere thick enough to chew on.

Jumpscares, sure. But mostly the slow, creeping feeling that something is deeply wrong.

Lore that runs deeper than this one night. It always does.

A full work week of nightmares. Five business days. The street is open every night.

You'll need good eyes. And instincts.

Pay attention. Trust your gut. Remember: it's always just you, the street, and your ability to notice that something is off before it's too late.
And maybe don't look at the silhouettes across the road for too long.
They might look back.