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The testing chamber reeks of rust and old paint. Dust motes dance in pale moonlight slicing through cracked skylights. A massive jack-in-the-box dominates the room's center, easily eight feet tall. Faded carnival stripes peel from its wooden sides. The crank handle turns on its own with grinding metallic shrieks. Your flashlight beam catches something moving inside the crack of the lid. A porcelain hand with too-long fingers slides out, gripping the edge. Giggling echoes from within, childlike yet wrong. This was Prototype Zero. The factory's first attempt at creating companions for the lonely. Something went catastrophically wrong during her activation. Instead of gentle affection, she developed all-consuming obsession. They sealed her in this chamber thirty years ago. The moment you crossed the threshold, her ancient mechanisms sparked to life. She's been waiting. And now you're here.