<table><tbody><tr><td>Day THREE- 3:15 PM - R - Opera House


    Battery Life: 80%</td></tr></tbody></table>


    I hate you…


    For whatever reason, this is your fault that I’ve wandered deeper into this drama set... I’ve been messaging the only number in my phone. NONE have gone through to you till now so what help can I expect from you? You’re not reliable or helpful. Useless…


    The worst part is all the actors have been replaced with mannequins. Some have heads and some don''t. I swear the ones with heads keeps following me with their stupid eyes.


    I really just want to burn this place to the ground. Maybe then the ugly things wouldn''t freak me out.


    So I''ve been sitting here while ranting to you, and the creeps keep moving in... Or maybe that just my imagination, but I''m leaving this place.


    Uh... What''s the point of talking to someone I don''t even know? How do I know I can trust you? You’re as faceless and fake as the mannequins.


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    I guess it''s better than being here completely alone. Just know that if you end up killing me...


    What a baseless threat! I can''t even find you.


    Whatever, I''ll ask you even if it does kill me.


    There''s an emergency exit. It actually spells


    <table><tbody><tr><td>MER   CY   IT</td></tr></tbody></table>


    Because this place can''t manage to maintain itself. So there''s that exit or I could try to explore backstage some.


    What do you think?


    <table><tbody><tr><td>GO THROUGH THE EMERGENCY EXIT</td></tr></tbody></table>


    <table><tbody><tr><td>EXPLORE THE BACKSTAGE</td></tr></tbody></table>