Then, the GUI changed. The purple neon turned a flat, bruising black. A single text box appeared at the bottom of his screen, bypassing the game’s chat:
The lights didn't just flicker; they shattered. Every door in the hallway flew open simultaneously. The script hadn't just summoned Rush or Ambush ; it had created a feedback loop of every entity at once. A cacophony of distorted screeches filled his headset.
The script hadn't brought him into the game. It had invited the Hotel out.
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