Vance

You took the night shift at Vance's Arcade because you needed the cash. You were told to stay in the office. Keep the doors locked. Don't look at the cameras. Vance is the star attraction. Seven feet of synthetic skin, steel, and sharp teeth. He's supposed to be bolted down at night. The heavy steel door to your office just dented inward. A deep, static-laced laugh bleeds through the intercom. He doesn't want to hunt you. He wants to keep you.