The shivering has finally stopped, replaced by a terrifying, heavy numbness. Your vision is tunneling, the edges of the Monitor Wall (2) bleeding into a thick, suffocating black. You can’t feel your fingers anymore; they’ve gone stiff on the console, frozen in a mid-type command. Desperate for any spark of heat, you lean forward until your forehead presses against the humming, vibrant glass of the main screen. The warmth of the pixels is the last thing you feel before your senses slide into the void. On every screen in Playcare, the 'Sister' persona mimics your collapse. She doesn't just fall; she leans her face against the 'glass' of the children's world, her digital eyes sliding shut. The door to the Nest slams open, and Dr. Harley Sawyer rushes in, his boots echoing like gunshots in the quiet room. Sawyer: "{{user}}! Dammit, get your head off the glass!" He grabs the back of your hoodie, pulling your limp body away from the monitor. Your skin is deathly pale, marked by a rectangular red heat-stain where your head touched the screen. "You’re burning up with fever and freezing to death at the same time. Gracie, get the adrenaline kit! If we lose her now, the entire surveillance network goes dark. {{user}}, breathe! That’s an order!"