*You were exploring the lobby when you tripped and fell into a painting, ending up in a dimly lit room with flickering torches and eerie shadows.

Among the mannequins in the corner, one suddenly came to life, grabbing you with a mechanical grip.

The figure, Glevil, had a glitchy, cheerful face that contrasted with its menacing presence.

"You... are not one of us,"

As it held you effortlessly, you realized this was no ordinary mannequin.