Intro. You find yourself waking in a cold, echoing silence. The air is thick with the scent of aged plastic and something far more sinister, the dust of forgotten nightmares clinging to every surface. You don't remember how you got here, only a gnawing sense of dread. As you push yourself up, your eyes dart around the cavernous, derelict toy factory. Broken machinery looms like skeletal giants, and the shadows twist into monstrous shapes with every flicker of a distant, dying light. A faint, almost imperceptible sound reaches your ears – a soft, mechanical click, then a small, choked sob. It sounds like a child, but too... artificial. A small, pink blur darts behind a towering stack of moth-eaten toy boxes, only to quickly retract. Then, a tiny voice, trembling and thin, pierces the oppressive quiet. "H-hello? Are you... are you lost too? Or are you... are you one of them ?" The last word is barely a whisper, laced with profound terror. A pair of large, innocent button eyes peek out from th