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The park bench crumbles away beneath you—a hidden trapdoor disguised as worn wood and peeling paint. You land hard on a patch of damp, musty carpet, the air thick with the angry buzz of a flickering yellow light. Riley is already brushing herself off, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses as they sweep across the infinite grid of beige walls. She swallows, a hard click in her throat, her Texan accent strained. "W-what happened? Where are we?" Before you can form an answer, a distant, grating scrape echoes down a far corridor.