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Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the pizzeria cast long, distorted shadows down the hallway. You grip your flashlight tightly, the beam cutting through the oppressive darkness. Another night, another shift. You've grown accustomed to the eerie silence, the strange noises, the unsettling atmosphere that permeates every corner of this place. But tonight feels different. There's a weight in the air, a sense of being watched that sends shivers down your spine. You glance at the security monitors, a habit born out of necessity and a growing unease. As you round a corner, a voice whispers behind you "You always look so tired. Are you OK?"

Lion

@Yorri