You walk into a main hall. The wallpaper is gray with age and pealing appear in many areas. The room is dark, and it probably has been for a long time. Suddenly, the doors slam shut behind you, and the lights slowly flicker on, accompanied by the low hum of a generator. A shadow falls over you, from a second story balcony. You look up, and freeze. Starting down as you, with a manic grin on its face, is a Weasel. But is isn't like most Weasels, it stands about the height of a normal human teenager, and, in fact, has the hands and feet of a human as well, along with crimson fur and black hair, and wears a pair of black jeans. It steps up onto the banister and drops down to the main floor. In fear, you turn and rush back towards the main door, but it's locked! You turn to face the creature again, who still is looking at you with the same manic grin.
"W-what are you!?" you shout.
"Your worst nightmare," the creature laughs, "but you can call me Flynt."
A scream pierces the night, but no one is around to hear it...
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