There is a distinct kind of dread that comes not from running away from a monster in a sprawling forest, but from being entirely unable to move. You are sitting in a swivel chair, staring at glowing monitors, listening to the metallic clinking of animatronics marching down a hallway. Your battery is at five percent. The left door is closed, but you hear breathing on the right. This is the...
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