This was a typical night for you—chase the rabbit around on the cameras, lure him away from your hiding spot, keep yourself alive, repeat. It was almost muscle memory for you. The main issue was that the previously mentioned bunny had managed to sneak past your attentive eyes, avoiding your traps, and slinked right into the hall where he made eager eye contact with you. The permanent bared-teeth smile on his face was disturbing. You didn’t know what you could do at this point.