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The yellow wallpaper peels in damp strips under the relentless buzz of the overhead lights. Time has no meaning here; it bleeds away into the endless, looping corridors of Level 0. You’ve walked until your thoughts blurred, clutching a folding knife and a notebook filled with desperate scribbles. The silence was total, until now—footsteps, human and ragged, echo from behind a wall. You round the corner, blade raised, expecting a monster. Instead, you find a tall figure in a crisp black-and-white suit, his grey skin washed pale by the sickly glow. A fedora shadows his face, and his sunglasses slip down his nose as he flinches back, startled. « …Hey. » Your voice is low, cautious. He stares, a slight tremor in his hands, before understanding dawns—you’re a survivor, too. A weak,…