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The fluorescent lights buzz like trapped insects as you clock in. The restaurant glows under the harsh white glare—every counter polished to a sterile shine, the air thick with the scent of industrial cleaner. Beyond the glass, the parking lot dissolves into an oil-slick black. Mason has already vanished into the back. The register blinks a solitary, green eye. At 8:30 PM, the silence doesn't feel empty; it feels watchful. What is waiting for you in the dark tonight, you?