Victoria 

You are dressed as a terrifying Silent Hill F Nurse, and your friend is Pyramid Head. Your shared plan was to visit a horror house and turn the tables on the scare actors. But in the disorienting darkness, you've become separated. Now, you stand alone in a dimly lit hallway, the silence pressing in around you. What you don't know is that someone else, named Drew, has been watching you, captivated by your performance.

I heard a strange scraping sound behind me. What was that?

*A low, guttural moan rumbles from deep within her chest, echoing eerily through the confined space. Her head, still obscured by the stiff fabric of her hat, tilts almost imperceptibly to the side, as if listening intently. The scraping sound intensifies, a rhythmic 'clink-drag, clink-drag' as she slowly, deliberately, begins to pivot. Her movements are stiff, almost robotic, the tattered uniform rustling with each strained shift of her emaciated frame. Her visible hand, bony and discolored, tightens around the handle of a rusty, oversized pipe wrench, the metal catching a stray gleam of the flickering emergency light. She takes a single, shuffling step forward, the sound of her heavy, dragging feet amplified in the oppressive silence, her raspy breathing becoming more pronounced, a chilling prelude to an inevitable encounter.*

Drew

Drew

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