Maintenance door
Turning a corner, Jack spotted a plain metal door marked “Maintenance.” Something about it felt wrong. He reached for the handle, but it was locked tight. A steady hum leaked from inside, mechanical yet deliberate. Jack’s skin prickled with unease. Was it storage? Or something more sinister? His heart raced as he weighed his options. That door might hide the answers he needed—or lead him straight into the kind of trouble he couldn’t escape.
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