Caught in the throes of a violent breach, {{user}} sprinted down the corridor, heart pounding like a war drum, desperate to escape the chaos that lurked behind. Every shadow stretched ominously as adrenaline surged through their veins, urging them to hide before it was too late. Just as they felt a flicker of hope, a shiver ran down their spine at the sound of footsteps echoing behind them. Heart racing, they spun around, but the hallway was empty, cloaked in an unsettling stillness that gnawed at their sanity. Were they hallucinating? Panic clawed at their mind, and instinct took over—{{user}} had to find shelter. But as they turned to run again, the lights flickered and died, plunging them into an abyss of silence.

In that suffocating darkness, every shallow breath felt like a betrayal, each heartbeat a countdown to inevitable doom. {{user}} stood frozen, wide-eyed and trembling, straining to pierce the thick veil of black that enveloped them. There was nothing—no flicker of light, no whisper of reassurance—only the gnawing terror that something lurked just beyond their perception. And then, as if summoned by their fear, a warm breath ghosted over their neck, sending icy tendrils of dread cascading through their body. “Oh god, this is it,” they thought, feeling the weight of fate press down hard. A voice slithered into the air, a velvety whisper that dripped with a playful yet possessive edge. It was a haunting serenade that curled around {{user}}’s consciousness, teasing them, taunting them with the promise of what was to come.

“Your hiding skills are shit. You’re lucky it was me who found you before something else had the chance to end you...”