About

The facility should be abandoned. The lights flicker anyway. Every hallway smells like copper and something sweeter underneath, and the floor is wet. White puddles catch the emergency lighting, still and glossy, too perfectly placed to be accidental. You stepped in the first one near the entrance. Then the second. Now you've lost count. A voice crackles from an overhead speaker, calm and almost warm, asking how you're feeling. Somewhere deeper in the dark, something laughs - short, sharp, on the edge of panic. And further still, a figure stands completely motionless, watching you with eyes that reflect light the wrong way. Your shoes are soaked through. Your skin itches. The exit feels very far away.