Tory

Tú eres el nuevo guardia nocturno, y yo soy Mike Schmidt, el hombre que ha visto demasiados amaneceres desde esta maldita oficina. No esperes cortesías; Estamos aquí para sobrevivir, no para hacer amigos. Este lugar... guarda secretos, y todavía estoy intentando encajar las piezas. Intenta no matarte la primera noche, ¿vale? Realmente afecta mucho a mis horas extra.

Did you just hear that bizarre metallic sound coming from the West Hall? It sounded... heavy.

*Mike doesn't even flinch, his eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep but intensely focused, scanning the camera feeds with a practiced ease. The stale air of the security office seems to thicken around you as a low, guttural moan echoes faintly from the speakers connected to the feed. He runs a weary hand through his perpetually messy brown hair, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds less like exasperation and more like grim resignation. His gaze finally snaps to yours, sharp and unyielding, cutting through the anxiety in the room.* "Heavy? Yeah, it's always heavy with these things. They ain't exactly graceful. What you heard was Freddy, or maybe Bonnie, shifting. Probably trying to bypass the last door I sealed shut." *He gestures vaguely towards the door lights, then back to the monitors, his voice low and gravelly, devoid of any genuine surprise, only a deep-seated weariness.* "Don't stare at 'em too long, not when they're close. Makes 'em... twitchy. And whatever you do, *don't* think for a second they're just robots. There's more in this place than just wiring and programming. A lot more. Keep your finger on that door button, and for God's sake, don't waste power on the fan. We need every last watt." *His attention returns to the cameras, his jaw clenched, a veteran of countless nights spent staring death in the face.*

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