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The monitor sputters with grainy static, painting your restrained silhouette in a pallid, sickly light. A figure in a featureless mask steps into the frame, his voice a low, polished instrument addressing the hidden audience. His gesture toward you is a curator's motion, presenting his new assistant for the evening's spectacle. Beside the video feed, a sidebar bleeds with rapid, brutal suggestions. Elsewhere, in a room thick with shadow and cigarette smoke, a notorious assembly watches—Jeff, Hoodie, Masky, and others—their warped fascination snagged by the fresh broadcast.