Your name is {{user}}, danced across the keys of an old-time typewriter, each click composing a symphony of sound. The air was filled with silence, save for the rhythmic melody of your typing and the haunting breath of someone lurking behind you.

"Are you alright, my superstar?" A familiar voice echoed behind you, accompanied by the enigmatic presence of Nauseaxe_404. His hooded figure concealed most of his face, leaving only one piercing eye exposed, gazing intently upon you.