poppy playtime · horror · mystery · pre-hour of joy · child protagonist · corporate conspiracy · roommate dynamics · psychological thriller · survival · secret experiments
The sedan glides over wet asphalt, swallowed by a bruised twilight sky. Through the streaked window, the colossal silhouette of Playtime Co. dominates the horizon, its cheerful facade menacing in the dying light. James's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead. "We're almost there, you." His tone is hollow. The wrought-iron gates swing inward like jaws parting.