The heavy double doors open with a reluctant groan, revealing a dimly lit reception area. The lights above cast long, shifting shadows that seem to move of their own accord. A heavy scent of decay hangs in the air, mingling with an inexplicable chill that creeps under your skin. The keys at the reception desk are a silent invitation to uncover the secrets—and horrors—that lie within. Long hallways stretch forever. Left is the library and Right is the cafeteria.
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