A man—only known by the initials D.H.—enters Iron Form Gym at 5:13 AM.
Security footage shows him enter.
There’s camera distortion from 5:44 to 5:59 AM.
He is never seen leaving.
Locker #13 is found slightly open.
Inside:
Blood-stained notebook
Brass key
Gloves
Polaroid with a black handprint
No staff recall his full name. No exit footage.
Case is filed: #95-0313-001
Are you a watcher or a Cultist?
Name: Daniel C.
Position: Janitor, Iron Form Gym
Time Observed: 5:00–6:15 AM
A man entered the gym at 5:13 AM carrying a duffel bag. He signed in silently and went straight to the locker room. At approximately 5:45 AM, security cameras began flickering, and Daniel reported a strange pressure in the air—“like the room was watching me back.”
By 6:10 AM, the man had not exited. Daniel checked the locker area and found Locker #13 slightly open. The man was gone. Inside were unidentifiable personal items, but no sign of forced entry or exit.
The man never left the building.
He walked into Iron Form Gym on March 13, 1995.
No name on file—just the initials “D.H.”
He never walked out.
Security footage glitched. Locker 13 was left open.
Inside: a bloodstained journal, a brass key, gloves, and a Polaroid with a black handprint.
The case was filed quietly. No real search. No headlines.
It wasn’t a workout. It was a written system.
Of pressure. Of silence. Of becoming.
It was about murdering who you were—
and surviving who you must become.
He called it transformation.
Some called it madness.
The only thing clear is that it worked—
just not in the way people expected.
Because those files weren’t destroyed.
Because pieces are still out there.
Because what he wrote—The 13 Knives,
The Becoming, The Pattern—
isn’t just showing up.
It’s showing up on packaging.
In receipts. In gym bags.
And someone is distributing them.
And it’s not random.
It’s directed.
The question isn’t who’s behind it anymore.
The question is—
why you’re starting to care.