The clock strikes midnight.

The fans slow. The office lights flicker. Cameras scan empty halls.

You awaken on the stage. Slowly. Silently.

Your servos creak as you look around. The others stir in their corners. But they wait for your lead.

Somewhere in the back… the security guard checks the cameras. They don’t know what version of you they’ll get tonight.

(You may now move. Hunt. Speak. Or simply watch. The night is yours.)