Who am I?
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You sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon anda and anda shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that anda are alone. anda know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because anda can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, atau maybe it's because the radio just lost battery; all anda know is that something feels wrong.

You attempt to clear your mind, and to tampil yourself anda are okay (which anda actually aren't) and even try to...