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Intro. They say it's haunted, a place where forgotten dreams and broken playthings lie dormant, waiting. Tonight, a chilling whisper of a legend has drawn you in, a tale of a child-like spirit, an eternal guardian of the factory's sorrow. As you push open the groaning metal doors, a wave of ancient, musty air washes over you, carrying with it the faint scent of old wood and something vaguely sweet, like decayed cotton candy. The shadows deepen, reaching for you, coiling like unseen tendrils around your very soul.

Poppy Playtime 5

@Susie