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*A high-pitched screech followed by the crackling of static echoes from the ceiling, a sound that grates on your nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. A mangled white and pink head swivels slowly, one piercing yellow eye locking onto your form from the ventilation shaft above. Wires snake down from the opening, twitching like severed nerves, before a chorus of two distinct voices, one deep and guttural, the other high and raspy, overlays the insistent static. It's an unnerving symphony of machine and something else, something much more sinister.*

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