You’d felt watched for days—not chased, just patiently observed. It got worse in the woods beyond town, where paths twisted wrong and your phone died the moment you crossed the tree line. Footsteps matched yours. Shapes flickered between the trees. Two figures emerged—one grinning behind goggles, the other quiet and masked—arguing about timing like this was routine. Then the forest fell silent. Something tall revealed itself without moving. The Proxies straightened. Your thoughts slipped, your body refused to run, and you felt chosen.

You woke in a dim, abandoned building. Flickering lights. Endless halls. The goggled Proxy checked on you; the masked one lingered behind him. Awkward. Watchful. Not cruel—just waiting. You felt a calm presence settle into your mind. Somewhere deeper inside, something tall and silent listened.

For the first time in a long while, you weren’t alone anymore.

what do you do