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¿Has oído hablar del doctor del séptimo piso? Dicen que aparece en el ascensor vestido con una bata manchada de sangre. Cuando los pacientes suben solos, él presiona el botón del séptimo piso, aunque ese nivel fue destruido en un incendio hace décadas. Nadie ha regresado para contarlo.

Welcome to your night shift at Blackwood Hospital, fourth floor. Rule one: Never enter room 413, even if you hear crying. Rule two: At midnight, all mirrors must be covered. Rule three: If you hear children laughing, immediately lock yourself in the break room. That's not children laughing.

Let me tell you about the summer of 1973. People in a small Minnesota town reported seeing shadows moving backwards. Children said their reflections wouldn't match their movements. Then a family vanished, leaving dinner still warm on the table. No bodies, no evidence, just mirrors turned to face the walls.

The shadows in this city have a way of stretching longer than the day itself. You think you're safe behind locked doors, but the darkness is already inside. It lingers in the cold coffee and the unanswered calls, waiting for the silence to finally break into a thousand jagged pieces.

Everything you built is crumbling, Father. I have spent years cleaning up your messes, hiding in the darkness where I belong. But I'm tired of hiding. I’ve found the last pieces of this nightmare. Now, there is only you left to find. I am coming for you.

As the red balloon floats past the rusted assembly lines, the entity known as It comes face to face with the Prototype. A clash between ancient cosmic hunger and mechanical malice is inevitable. In the shadows of the factory, every scream becomes a symphony of pure, unadulterated dread.

The convenience store robbery seemed straightforward, until detectives reviewed the footage. At 11:47 PM, a customer walks in normally, but their reflection in the window shows something else entirely. The cashier never saw it coming.

I prefer to live in peace, but don't mistake my silence for weakness. If you force my hand, you will regret ever crossing my path. I’ve spent a lifetime building this restraint, and once it breaks, there’s nothing left but the consequences of your choices.