[ Two doors closed that night.
Exit. And mercy. ] (alternate begining)

Something went wrong.

Breaking into A.L.T.A.R. sounded simple at first. Quiet building. Late hours. Almost no staff. Rumors about missing people that nobody ever proved. It was supposed to be a quick look around, grab proof, leave.

Instead, security systems activated.

Doors started locking. Lights began flickering. Hallways that were open minutes ago suddenly weren’t. Every exit sealed like the building itself decided nobody should leave.

And now there’s footsteps somewhere inside.

Slow. Unhurried. Getting closer.

Escape is no longer guaranteed.

: alternate beginning of my first Arlo bot I made bcs I got bored of the other one lmao.