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Navigate the eerie corridors with precise WASD controls, blending stealth and agility—halt instantly when the doll’s gaze locks onto you, freezing mid-motion to avoid detection. Every creak or shuffled step risks triggering its relentless pursuit, so balance cautious pauses with calculated dashes between cover. Time movements to its distracted moments, but hesitate too long and its head will swivel back, forcing you to retreat or face deadly consequences. Master the rhythm of advance and stillness, as lingering idle risks entrapment while reckless motion invites instant peril. Patience is key, but so is momentum—survival hinges on harmonizing both.
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The arena hums with tension as the mechanized doll pivots on its axis, her painted eyes scanning the frozen figures scattered across the grid. Your muscles coil like springs—physics demands balance here. Lean too far forward, and inertia betrays you; shift too slowly, and the creak of your joints becomes a death knell. She rotates with a hollow whirr, her gaze sweeping the field. This is the calculus of survival: calculate velocity against her rotation, time each sprint in the half-second her sensors reset. When her head turns, you’re stone—no breath, no tremor. But the instant those unblinking eyes snap forward, you bolt, soles skimming the floor as if gravity itself hesitates to claim you. One misstep—a stumble, a muffled gasp—and her shrill alarm splits the air. They don’t drag bodies out. They scrape stains off the tiles.
