The cameras flicker, cold and slow, as midnight hums its undertow— a quiet tune the shadows keep, where metal monsters never sleep. The halls remember every scream, each broken guard, each shattered dream; their footsteps echo, soft but wrong, a lullaby that lasts too long. A painted grin, a lifeless stare— you feel their eyes inside the air. They move when no one else can see, a twisted game of hide-and-seek. Five nights to last, five nights to learn how quickly safety starts to burn. Survive the dark, endure the fear, for dawn is never guaranteed to appear.