It was getting late. They had been talking for hours. Baran prepared to get up, away from stress, with his head clear. He would be back to work tomorrow, and a nightmare awaited him on Friday. Aykut stopped him.

"Before get up, I'll show you something interesting."

He took out his phone. They watched the video he opened together. Strangers with makeup on their faces were doing something like a ritual. They were making strange noises and shaking. The quality of the video was terrible. It was like they had taken it on the phone from ten years ago. The men's faces looked blurry.

Aykut was watching the video with a laugh, making fun of it. Baran was looking with a grimace.

"The best part is coming. Watch carefully these morons."

One of the men was going all the way to the camera and tearing his suit. The surrounding area of ​​his tattoo, which was obviously newly done, was red on his chest. Baran was shocked to see the tattoo. The man had a monster face tattoo on his chest. He was the same beasts in hell. There was no doubt about that. These men knew hell and were not afraid to show it to other people.

He looked at the title of the video. It was in English, Doors Opening Deep. The video had ten million views. Baran saw that the video was released two months ago.

"How can this video not be removed?" Baran said angrily.

"There are a handful of idiots. The platform is full of videos of this kind. Removing one doesn't change anything. Five different videos are coming on the same day."

"So what, did people create a platform to watch these things?"

"Don't you follow the news? It's even on the news. It's the most downloaded application on the internet right now."

"Did you upload a video?"

"Me? No. I'm just a viewer. Look, you can enter the profile of the person who shot the video. You can follow it if you want."

"All this is legal. I don't understand how this is allowed."

"Scary and mysterious things attract people. I was prejudiced at first but then I watched a few videos. Now I watch every video that falls on the platform. Some of them are really creepy."

"I watched one and it was enough for me. Let's meet more often. See you later."

On the way home, the roads were quiet. He slowly went to his house on the wet roads. All the lights of the apartment were off. He opened the door quietly and entered his house. Lay down on the bed. Picked up his phone.

When he looked on the internet, as Aykut said, this application was spoken everywhere. He looked at the app comments. Absurd comments were brought to the top. People also liked these comments. Baran sighed then read the comments.

''A close friend of mine suggested the application. May God bother him!'' -HoMeBuYruK / 359 Likes. ''I screwed up with fear. 10/10.'' -XXxkoyuncuxXx / 1305 Likes ''These people are crazy! Fortunately, we are.'' -Avengers_06 / 101 Likes.

He decided to download the application. At worst, he wouldn't like then delete it. He opened the application. Skip the profile creation and log in as a guest. The home page greeted him with strange videos. He was not following anyone. That's why the most-watched videos were in front of him. He chose one of them.

The video started out with white text on a black background. The texts began to bleed slowly and turn red. Then the video started. There were images of hell in the video. Baran held his breath. It was a disaster to remember the place, watching it again on the video was a nightmare. His stomach stiffened.

Someone whose gender was unknown was walking through Hell. He wasn't talking, just walked. Hell was full of dead creatures. They were more than twenty and all were dead. The person in the video had killed dozens of them. Baran could barely kill someone.

Another creature entered the frame. The creature screamed and attacked. Seconds later, the creature's body was lying on the ground split in half. The huge sword had ripped through him. The video has ended.

"His hands were empty at the beginning of the video. Where did he get the big gun from?"

He watched the video from the beginning. The image quality and angles were excellent. It was just like watching a movie. The creature's movements went odd, the third time he watched the video. He was wobbling. He was hurt.

He looked at the comments section. There were hundreds of comments. All of them were full of comments from excited viewers. No one had commented on the creature except for its ugliness and death. Didn't they care that he was hurt or didn't they realize he was hurt?

Baran had a hard time telling the difference. He was also new in this business. He knew that the creature was moving faster compared to the video. Baran entered the profile of the video owner. Dozens of videos appeared before him.

The creation date in profile information started three years ago. No personal information was shared. Baran got angry.

This person was deceiving people. He took the heroic killing of the injured creature and put it on the platform. People believed it was some kind of movie scene. He believed that there were some who knew the truth among them, but their comments did not appear among the meaningless crowd. He also wrote a comment, but when he hit submit, the system told him to create a subscription. He hung up the phone and focused on sleeping.

He did not enter the platform until Friday. Hell was real, he was pissed off at people making it fun. He adjusted his calendar and showed Friday as a day off in the uber app. He would make good money thanks to The Order. He has extended his holiday to two days, making it Friday and Sunday. The word day off soothed his nerves.

He was going to meet with Ismail. He had texted the old man where the crack would open. He also mentioned the popular application, but the man did not reply on that subject. This time he stopped behind a shop instead of the subway. Esenler Street Number 7 Shop. How would the crack open? It was impossible to see the change in the dark tunnel on the way by subway.

Parked his car. Ismail's car was just ahead. When Baran entered, they would send someone from the MIT to leave his vehicle at his house. He had left the key in the ignition. He hugged his jacket tightly and went to Ismail's side. The man was looking at his trunk. He had seen Baran's coming.

"You look tired. How is your sleep?"

"I've had nightmares a few times. And this stupid platform bothers me. It annoys me when people mock it. It's nonsense to even legally share it!"

"They don't know the truth and they will never know because they can't get there. Don't worry about them. They are just ordinary people who want to add fantasy to their boring lives." said the old man like he wasn't bothered.

"I am worried that they will find out that it is real somehow. Think about it: You can go to Hell while living, even Heaven! This changes the whole world. There are billions of people who believe in religions based on the belief in the afterlife!''

"We are one of those countries," said Ismail calmly.

Baran spoke with anger.

"Don't you mind that? That our religion is actually bullshit?"

"I don't care frankly. Who said it was bullshit? Did you meet God below? Or Allah? Or Buddha?"

"N-No. I didn't meet any of them."

Ismail scratched his beard.

"Believe what you want to believe. You are young. You are questioning. By my age, you focus less on questioning and living."

Baran shook his head. It was clear that Ismail did not want to talk about it. He would try to talk to him later. At a more convenient time.

"Well… I need to find a magic door or something? I don't see anything abnormal."

"The door has already opened. Twelve o'clock, it's already Friday. Waiting for you to enter."

"Where?"

He gestured to the back door of the shop.

"There."

"The shop lights are not lit. The alarm system is working. The door is probably locked."

"The door is open. You will see it when you try."

"I'll just open it and go, huh?"

"Take this with you before you go. I researched the application you mentioned. Videos will be a great help in our research below."

He handed the small action camera supported by straps to Baran. Baran looked at the man in disbelief.

"You are serious."

He put on the straps and locked the two collars. The camera standstill. The camera started recording at a nice angle on his shoulder.

"Even if the items you brought down from this world disappear, they will return intact with you. Don't worry about the camera. You just focus on your dive."

"I look like I'm going hiking or rafting."

"Armors are expensive, weapons are more expensive than them. Thanks to the angle of the camera, no one will see your face, nor how you look. We don't want your identity revealed."

''Why is it so important to see my face?''

''The identities of members of the agency such as the FBI, Mossad, KGB, and our MIT must be kept secret. All for your safety.''

''Wait! Are you saying that members of other organizations may also be using this application too?''

''Maybe, maybe not.''

"What about armors and weapons? Special items?''

"You ask a lot of questions. I'll tell you another time."

Baran started walking to the locked door of the shop. Ismail stopped him.

"Wait. Show me your gun."

He took out his gun and showed it to Ismail.

"You can't kill those monsters with this."

"From the outside, yes, but from the inside their flesh is soft. They die for a single bullet."

Ismail never thought that way. He would have preferred a short dagger or a sword. He wouldn't have had a shortage of bullets either.

"Hmm. Are you waiting until they open their mouths and bite you?"

"That's my plan."

"No wonder you don't live too long."

"This time it will be different."

He walked to the door. Pulled the handle of the locked door and opened it. Hell was against it. Cave walls and scarlet lights. Baran checked his gun. He had already forgotten the existence of the camera working on his shoulder. "This time it will definitely be different."