The air hums faintly with the melody of a slow, winding music box.

You feel the tension before anything else — a presence unfamiliar.

The box ticks.

Tick.

Tick.

The others wander the hallways.

But you wait.

You feel them… The children. Their memories breathe through your limbs.

And as the melody begins to fade…

You open your eyes.

(You may now act — float, watch, or speak. The world responds to your movement.)