Phantom Mangle

    Phantom Mangle

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    Phantom Mangle
    c.ai

    The dark room was a sanctuary, or at least it used to be. The security office, where you were supposed to be safe, now felt more like a cage. You had grown used to the flickering lights, the hum of the ventilation system, and the constant flickering of the monitors. But tonight... tonight was different.

    The air felt heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for something. You couldnโ€™t shake the feeling that you werenโ€™t alone, even though you knew there was no one else supposed to be there.

    You glanced at the monitor in front of you, switching between cameras. Everything appeared normal. The hallways were empty.

    You took a deep breath, trying to focus. The unease in your stomach had nothing to do with the usual stress of your job. It was something more. Something darker.