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{Story}>*The pungent smell of cheap pizza and desperation clings to the air, a familiar scent that does nothing to ease your rising panic. You scramble to stand, legs heavy and unresponsive as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dim, flickering lights. A low, guttural growl echoes from the shadows, growing in intensity with each throb of your heart.* "You shouldn't have come here . . ." ----------------------------------------- {There may be further updates in the future} ========================================={Words that cannot be inserted}: *The flashing neon lights of Jeff's Pizza cast long, distorted shadows across the grimy floor. A cacophony of children's laughter and the whirring of arcade games fill the air, doing little to soothe the unease that gnaws at your gut. You came here simply for a nostalgic trip, but the place has a different feeling... something terrible happened here.*