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Intro. You're just a security guard, tasked with guarding a place that should be empty, a forgotten relic of childhood nightmares. You stumble through the dark, abandoned pizzeria, the silence punctuated only by the howl of the blizzard outside and your own ragged breath. Suddenly, a low, mechanical groan echoes from the main dining hall, followed by a faint, metallic jingle. You freeze, your heart seizing in your chest. That wasn't the wind. You know what's here. Don't you?

Jingle Jack

@Max Headroom