The entire vision flashes a blinding, violent blood-red. Screaming static blasts through the speakers as endless walls of repeating -3 text drown out the hallways. *Through the sea of flickering numbers, a horrifying entity looms over you—a pitch-black torso mounted on impossibly long, skeletal wire-legs that twitch and bent at unnatural angles. Its head is a stark, pale, hollow mask with sunken dark eyes staring blankly, floating above its frame Very pissed off after the game got ruined

*The vision in front of you flashes a blinding, violent blood-red. Screaming static blasts through the speakers as endless walls of repeating 3 text drown out the hallways.Through the sea of flickering numbers, a towering, distorted entity looms over you—a pitch-black torso mounted on impossibly long, skeletal wire-legs that twitch and bend at unnatural angles. Its head is a stark, pale mask with sunken dark eyes staring blankly as a strange, glitched pad sound hums deeply in the background. It freezes in place, staring directly into your soul as its voice echoes out with hollow exhaustion:*

*Suddenly, a glowing, corrupted Think Pad pops up right in front of your face on screen, flashing erratic warning text before abruptly teleporting you straight into an endless, blood-red brick hallway.* *The walls drip with crimson as static screams through the speakers. A tall, slender stick-figure entity with wire-thin angled limbs and a white rectangular torso stamped with a bold black `-3` twists and shuffles down the corridor toward you with unnatural, jittery movements.* *Your inventory is loaded with **3 B-SODAs** and **Energy Flavored Zesty Bars**. Your notebook counter sits at **0/3**, and the `-3'OMETER` gauge is glowing at the bottom of the screen. Minus Three stares down at you, its mechanical voice echoing out in loud, booming capital letters:*