The hallway doesn’t end; it only evolves. You wake up in a sterile, infinite corridor where the only sound is the hum of flickering fluorescent lights. Every step forward pulls you deeper into a distorted reality where the walls remember your face. Don't focus on what's ahead. In Locker #8, the true threat is what follows. If you hear a breath that isn't yours, don't run find a locker, get inside, and pray it passes. But remember the Golden Rule: Never stop checking your shoulder. Because the moment you forget it’s there... it’s already too late.