The warehouse loomed in the distance, its silhouette jagged against the gray morning sky. VibePlayzz's footsteps echoed on the cracked pavement as he approached, every sense on high alert.
The heavy metal door was slightly ajar, creaking softly in the cold breeze. He hesitated for a moment — then pushed it open and slipped inside.
Inside, dust hung thick in the stale air. Faint beams of light filtered through broken windows, illuminating rusted machinery and forgotten crates. But what caught his eye was a flickering screen perched on an old workbench — alive, glowing with a countdown timer.
00:15:32
His heart pounded. What was this countdown for? And who set it?
Suddenly, a voice crackled from the speakers — distorted but unmistakably human:"Find the pulse before time runs out. Or this all ends."
VibePlayzz's breath caught. The game was only just beginning.