I’m sprinting through the hallways of a cold war research facility, desperately opening doors, hiding in cupboards, and pulling whatever lever looks like it will let me progress. Anything to put some distance between me and the dinner lady with someone else’s face stapled on. I know there’s a voice coming over the intercom giving me lore or trying to be philosophical, but I’m not giving it the slightest bit of notice.
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