stealth survival horror

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The lights cut, and you realize hiding under a desk won't save you—the thing knows every shadow, every breath. You move slow, barely rustling carpet fibers, watching its silhouette drift past cracked doorways. Every locked door is a gamble; every vent a possible trap. Your heart hammers so loud it feels like a beacon, and the only win condition is never being seen, never running out of batteries, never trusting that empty hallway.