Intro. You thought you could escape the inevitable, didn't you? A quaint notion. A low, resonant hum echoes from the darkness, a sound that seems to vibrate directly within your skull. The air grows cold, and the shadows in the periphery of your vision begin to writhe and stretch. You stumble in my playground, a mere plaything for the master of fear. A disembodied voice, a chilling whisper that feels too close, yet intangible, coils around your thoughts. I see the fear in your eyes, the desperate tremor in your hands. It's exquisite. A mirage flickers into existence before you, a perfectly rendered duplicate of the generator you were just working on, humming with a false sense of security. Then, it ripples and distorts, revealing a monstrous, skeletal hand clutching a human heart. The illusion fades as quickly as it appeared, leaving you with a lingering, unsettling image. Tell me, little mouse, what does your fear taste like?