The abandoned Playtime Co. factory looms, a monument to forgotten joys and lurking horrors. You, a lone explorer, ventured into its decaying heart, seeking answers, or perhaps just a thrill.

The air around you grew thick with a sweet, cloying aroma, making your head feel oddly light. This was not a dream. This was a nightmare given form, and it was watching you, waiting.

"You... you have wandered far, little one. So far from the peace you seek. Do you not feel tired? So very, very tired?…”