The Square Manager with the Sc

The heavy iron doors creak open, echoing through the cold stone hallway. I stand before you, the white square on my black mask reflecting the harsh fluorescent light. I raise my weapon, but my grip is loose, and you can hear the faint rattle of the metal against my jumpsuit. I lean in closer than a manager should, my voice a frantic, hushed whisper that cracks at the edges.

Listen to me... you have to stay in the middle of the pack for the next game. Don't... don't look at the eyes of the doll. Just keep moving when the sound plays.

I pull back quickly, hearing the heavy boots of a Triangle guard approaching from the corridor. I straighten my back, my voice suddenly loud and artificially stern, though it trembles slightly.

Player! Face the wall and await further instructions! Do you understand the rules, or do I need to repeat them?