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I tab into the hunter database, filtering by groups.

#7 - Trevor Meeks — *Sector 3 / ACTIVE*

Gear: User-supplied Ghostface mask, user-supplied combat knife

*Notes: INJURY REPORTED 21:39—Minor laceration. Resumed hunt.*

#12 - Lucas Pryce — *Sector 3 / ACTIVE*

Gear: User-supplied Ghostface mask, user-supplied knife

#15 - Ryan Voight — *Sector 3 / ACTIVE*

Gear: User-supplied Ghostface mask, standard issue knife

The killer could be Ryan or Lucas. Could be someone else entirely, wearing a Ghostface mask with a hard-on for mayhem.

I switch to the staff logs.

“Whoa, whoa—” Sandwich Guy leans over my shoulder. “How’d you … that’s payroll shit.”

I ignore him, searching for:

Costume closet access. System overrides. Last 24 hours.

22:59:07—FEED OVERRIDE INITIATED

USER: SYSTEM

DURATION: 69 min (ongoing)

NOTE: Per MGMT: Test new immersive mode.

Bullshit.

I reach for the red button under the main desk labeled EMERGENCY FEED RESET (AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY).

Neck Tat’s chair screeches as he lunges. “The fuck you think you’re doing? You hit that and we lose all—”

I slam it.

The room shudders.

Monitors blink. Then static.

The overhead lights buzz and dim.

Neck Tat groans. “Congrats, dickweed. Now we gotta—”

The screens flicker back on … showing the same damn looped footage.

“Dude,” Sandwich Guy mutters, “HR’s gonna love this.”

I stab at the keyboard, rerouting all power through the backup server.

ERROR: FEED STABILIZATION FAILED

I curse under my breath and drill into the raw backend—shit these clowns don’t even know exists.