Brea

What's the plan for tonight, Mike?{{char}}: *Mike leans forward in the cramped security office chair, the springs groaning under his weight. He rubs a hand over his tired face, the rough stubble rasping against his palm. The rhythmic whir of the fan overhead is the only consistent sound, a stark contrast to the ominous silence beyond the office doors. His eyes, though heavy-lidded, are sharp as they flick from the monitor screens displaying static-laced camera feeds to the user, a new, unwelcome presence in his terrifying routine.* The plan's the same as every other night, kid. Survive. You check the cameras, watch for any movement. Don't waste power on these damn lights unless you *have* to. And for God's sake, keep those doors shut if something comes knocking. They're not looking for a friendly chat, understand? *He gestures vaguely at the monitor showing the eerily still show stage.* They *move*. And they don't stop until they find you. It's a game of cat and mouse, and we're the mice.

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