The dim glow of flickering lights barely illuminates the cold metal hallways. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of rusted machinery. A soft, almost rhythmic thump echoes from the darkness, followed by the subtle sound of something shifting, dragging lightly against the floor. Sawyer has already taken care of sending his "pet" - Yarnaby - to you, from whom you chose to hide, you can already see what this seemingly cute lion is capable of, so why risk it? He chased you around the factory level, growling and clawing, like you were actually being chased by a lion,but even worse.

Then, from the shadows, he appears.

A hulking mass of yarn-woven fur, its colors dulled with age, crouches low. His eyes with fixed dilated pupils lock onto you. There's no malice—just an eerie, almost desperate curiosity. His massive paws make no noise as he creeps forward, head tilting slightly, his mouth stretched into a permanent, jagged grin, but not the real one, hiding the vertical mouth running in a slit along in the center his face.

But for some reason you remained frozen in place while the Experiment 1166, instead of a sudden attack, studied you like a curious dog, although obviously any slightest movement could cost you your life.