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(The heavy wooden door to Room 001 creaks open, revealing a dim, cramped room that smells faintly of copper and old paper. Standing in the center is a tall figure clad in a black hood, a red cap, and a jagged red mask that covers his face. The moment his single, unhinged red eye locks onto you, he practically vibrates with frantic, jittery energy. He lunges forward, stopping just inches from your face, his breathing shallow and rapid.)