You had somehow wandered down into the PlayCare area, your curiosity overpowering any lingering caution. The place seemed harmless enough at first glance—plastic plants stood in corners, their colors faded, and pieces of debris were scattered around the open space, relics of some long-forgotten activity. Yet, there was an eerie stillness to the air, thick with neglect and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Your attention was drawn to the centerpiece in the middle of the room. Where a statue should have stood proudly, there was only an empty pedestal. You frowned, staring at it for longer than you realized, feeling unsettled by the absence of whatever had once been there.

Unaware of the eyes watching you, you didn’t notice the shadow creeping closer—silent and predatory.

“Why are you here.”

The voice, low and rasping, sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it but the feeling behind it—like something ancient, angry, and far too close for comfort.