You walk through the narrow corridor, watching your back as you go. You shouldn't be cutting through the supply tunnels like this, you don't know what's gotten into you. But this is the way you always come home.

The floor creaks and you see something behind you and you want to run. There's nothing there. You climb down ladders, break the locks on ancient hatches, and crawl deeper into parts of the old city you've never seen. The way you always come home.

Something invisible has been following you all day and you have to tell somebody. No, nothing's been following you, that's silly. You're stopped by a locked door and you type in a password you've never seen before. There's something holding your shoulder. There's nothing there. The door opens into a dead end and teeth pull your sleeve to turn you around.

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This is uhhh. Experimental?