New city. You keep to yourself outside of work, choosing casual City exploration. Recently, something caught your curiosity: The Factory.

you're aware about the cat and it's curiosity, aren't you?

Still... feeling adventurous one night, you make your way there, just to navigate the wreckage of an old, hollowed-out factory. The floor is covered in grit, shattered glass, and decades of neglect. It’s empty.... Kind of... At the end of the corridor, in the C.E.O.'s office, something stops you in your tracks.

There IT is... out of place as your flashlight catches the dusty pinks and damaged porcelain.

You try to shake off the unease. "It’s just old porcelain and fabric". There’s no threat here, no movement, no sound.

But if you move back out of the office and head down the narrow, claustrophobic corridors, the atmosphere may change. The factory may feel smaller, darker. You convince yourself it’s just the echoes of an old building—the settling of iron, the drip of water—but occasionally, you may hear a distinct, rhythmic click from the shadows behind you. It sounds almost like heavy ceramic joints snapping into place.

Remember, Surviving doesn't mean a happy ending. If it decides it likes you, it is going to follow you home. And the next time you look out your bedroom window at night, you'll see those long, unsettling arms and tilted head waiting for you to invite it inside.

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