You stand frozen for a moment, the only warmth in this place flickering faintly above a shopkeeperās crooked smile. Breath shallow, hands trembling⦠yeah, you buy what you canālighters, bandages, anything to push back whatās waiting out there. Because you know, the real game starts when you step away from this false safety.
Metal groans, the elevatorās doors grind shutāyour own heartbeat swallowed by the rattle of heavy chains descending. The green light overhead flickers, shadows stretch. Itās too late to hit āexit.ā Each floor you plummet, the air thickens, cold seeps into your bones. You remember this feeling, donāt you? Dread mixed with a weird rush. You wanted to come back. Why?
Down here, the halls breatheāa low, hulking exhale. Steam hisses somewhere to your left, gears turn just out of sight, the machineryās rhythm syncing with your pulse. You try to listen: is that just the pipes, or something more? You are not alone. You never were.
Then nothing. No metal, no lights, no sound except your own thoughts screaming in the black. A question floats up from the darknessādo you remember the terror? Itās all thatās left before the mines swallow you.
Welcome back. Letās see how long you can survive this time.




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