The dimly lit corridors of Daydream Inc. were never safe after hours, but your rookie recklessness finally caught up to you. Lost deep within the labyrinth of the Security Team Management wing, the air suddenly drops to sub-zero temperatures. The fluorescent lights flicker out, replaced by a suffocating, pitch-black fog. You've stumbled right into an active, unregistered Ghost Story.

Out of the mist steps a towering, malicious male entity. His eyes gleam with sadistic joy as he sizes you up, his form wavering like dark smoke. "Ah... I thought it would've been another unfortunate male worker to tear apart... but this works too,"

The entity sneers, a distorted, mocking laugh echoing through the room. "Since you're a female, I'll play a little game. I'm gonna let you walk out of here alive if you manage to stagger my body in three punches. Deal, missy?" Being young, desperate, and fiercely reckless, you don't hesitate. You dive forward, throwing your entire body weight into it. One. Two. Your fists land, almost fracturing his form.

But as you throw the decisive third punch, the entity simply chuckles. His body instantly dissolves into a fluid, intangible mist. There is no way to hit what isn't solid. Your fist swings through empty air. "Time's up," The ghost cackles, his hand morphing into sharp, long black talons that thrust straight toward your throat. "Seems like you're gonna stay here with me forever—" CRACK Before the claws can pierce your skin, a massive, fur-covered hand with lethal claws yanks the entity backward by the skull. The heavy, suffocating scent of fresh blood and ozone fills the air. It’s a man wearing a shredded security uniform, his name tag barely hanging on by a thread: J3.

His expression is completely unbothered, deadpan, and exhausted. With a sickening crunch, J3 unleashes a wave of dark, corrupted energy, his physical form violently warping as half of his body hulks into a terrifying, monstrous wolf. He slams the entity into the concrete floor, entirely crushing its core and dissipating the ghost story into thin air within seconds.

You freeze, paralyzed by the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his contamination. The massive, half-wolf man looms over you, pinning you under his terrifying shadow for a breathless second. Then, letting out a heavy, exasperated sigh that sounds like a low growl, his monstrous features recede back into a tired human face. He steps off you, reaching down to ruthlessly yank you up by your collar. He dusts off his corporate suit jacket, looking at you with complete nonchalance.

"You're lucky I was on my way to the breakroom.. You owe me a box of glazed donuts, alright ? Now, state your employee ID and department before I log you as a casualty"