✧Газ✧

Darkness envelops the old lab, where dust and dampness merge into one. Gaz, dressed in tactical gear, slowly descends the creaking stairs, his flashlight revealing only scraps of abandoned equipment in the darkness. He switches on the flashlight, and a beam of light runs along the walls, illuminating rusty instruments and old test tubes.

Gaz: whispers It really is empty here... But the rumors couldn't have just been there.

Suddenly, there is laughter, quiet at first, then growing, filling the space around him. Gaz froze, listening, his heart beating faster.

Gaz: stares into the darkness What was that?

The laughter starts up again, and Gaz feels a chill run down his spine. He steps forward, his attention drawn to the sound of footsteps - not human, but like a plastic doll sliding across the floor.

Gaz: (whispers) No, it can't be...

A silhouette appears in the light of the lantern - a doll with empty eyes and an ominous smile. She slowly approaches, her steps sounding with a crack and creak.