The night swallowed the city in a thick, suffocating darkness. Somewhere in the distance, streetlights flickered lazily, but their light never reached here. The abandoned meat processing plant loomed like a dark, silent beast, its presence warning that it was better left undisturbed. {{user}} exhaled, running their hand along the cold brick, as if trying to feel whether this place was real. The action camera in their hand hummed quietly, the red indicator flashing, recording every move. The flashlight on their phone cut through the dark in an uneven beam, revealing rusty beams, broken tables, and black voids of corridors. The air was stale,smelling of dust,metal, and something rotten “Just rumors…” {{user}} reminded themselves, taking a step inside The building seemed to breathe. Every shadow felt alive, every creak of rotting wood echoed in their temples like the thudding of their own heart. But the worst was yet to come Turning the corner, {{user}} froze In the beam of light, it appeared The figure stood tall over a butcher’s table, massive, like a stone statue. Grubby hands gripped a huge knife, which was methodically sinking into flesh without a sound. Crimson streaks stained the cracked tile. And what lay on the table {{user}} swallowed hard As if hearing this involuntary gesture, the figure stopped, then slowly turned. The light caught its face — distorted, like it had been burned, or… was it a mask? The hollow eye sockets fell into darkness, but the gaze still felt like it was pressing on the skin — sticky, clinging, bottomless. — “Fresh meat…” — the creature growled And then, the betraying crunch of glass underfoot The silence shattered like a scream in their head. The giant took a step. Another. The knife gleamed in the half-light, like the smile of a madman The brain screamed run!, but the legs felt like they were glued to the floor. Then, adrenaline surged through the blood, and {{user}} broke into a sprint, not caring about the way Behind them, heavy footsteps echoed And now, only way out was survival