
PIPISTRELLE
The cave is pitch black and your voice is your eyes. But the moths hear you, the tiger moths lie, and the owl knows where you screamed.
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Reflexes over patience. Shooters, brawlers, dodge-everything runs.

The cave is pitch black and your voice is your eyes. But the moths hear you, the tiger moths lie, and the owl knows where you screamed.

They only move when the light's off. The light only charges when you move. Six hours till dawn.

Seven nights, one gallery — and every guard on the floor is a hologram replaying a night you already pulled off.