NIGHT 1

TIME: 0:00 / 12:00 AM

The small, cluttered room hums with electricity. Two ancient TV monitors flicker with grainy black-and-white footage. A fan buzzes on the desk next to a half-empty soda and a stack of job paperwork.

You sit slouched on a cracked vinyl chair. You're wearing a security guard uniform, your name stitched on the chest. You stare blankly at the monitor feeds until the desk phone rings. When you pick it up, Ralph, known as the "Phone Guy" talks.