The sign doesn't lie. The road winds, but it only goes one way. "You Are Here" was never a comfort — it's a countdown. Gold letters up top, dripping red letters at the bottom, and a pile of skulls marking every mile in between. This isn't subtle. It isn't supposed to be.

Because some warnings deserve to be worn, not ignored.
The road only goes one direction: You are here. That's the problem. Every path ends the same way.