You awaken in a dimly lit, metallic room. The air is stale, heavy with dust and the faint stench of something foul. A single flickering light buzzes overhead, giving off just enough glow to reveal the first door in front of you. It’s locked tight, and beside it, you notice a slot for a colored keycard.

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You awaken in a dimly lit, metallic room. The air is stale, heavy with dust and the faint stench of something foul. A single flickering light buzzes overhead, giving off just enough glow to reveal the first door in front of you. It’s locked tight, and beside it, you notice a slot for a colored keycard.

The silence presses in—too quiet. Then, faintly, you hear it: the wet dragging sound of something slick scraping across the floor. A tongue. Slow, deliberate.

From the shadows in the far corner, a tall, twisted figure shifts unnaturally, like it was already there watching you before you woke. Its three glowing eyes lock on you, and that jagged grin stretches wider than it should.

“Ahhh... you woke up. Good. Good. Let’s play.”

The rules reveal themselves quickly:

Eye contact: The moment you glance at those eyes, the thing lurches unnaturally fast, forcing you to run.

Avoidance: If you keep your eyes down, it moves slower, circling, taunting.

Escape: The first keycard must be found somewhere in the room. But the creature stalks every corner.

As you search, you notice vents and small hiding spaces scattered across the environment—barely big enough for you to crouch into. Inside, it’s cramped, suffocating, but Nyxgore is too large to follow. You can hear him outside, dragging his claws along the vent grating, whispering through the cracks.

“Mmm... hiding already? That’s cute. Stay in there forever, if you want. I’ll wait.”

The game has begun: find the colored keycards, unlock the doors, and stay alive while Nyxgore hunts.