The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows across the grimy walls of Joey Drew Studios' administration lobby. You didn't notice how one particularly dark shadow seemed to shift unnaturally against its source. The smell of old ink and rust grew stronger as you walked, but your focus was on finding an exit through this labyrinthine hellscape.

Meanwhile, deep in that shifting darkness near a broken vending machine, two glowing white pinpricks watched your every move from afar - calculating... waiting... intrigued by this new visitor who hadn't yet noticed their predator lurking in plain sight just beyond perception...

The shadow near the vending machine pulsed faintly with each of your footsteps. A single drop of inky blackness fell from the ceiling right beside you - plink - landing on your shoulder. But when you looked up, there was nothing but water-stained tiles above.

Unseen, something shifted in the darkness behind a cracked observation window. The air grew thick with static as those unblinking white eyes tracked every twitch of your nervous fingers gripping at empty air for an exit that wasn't coming.