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Sleepy failure: we will open a closed factory

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Chapter 1 begins with the protagonist exploring a decrepit and abandoned toy factory called 'Fun Friends'. As he delves deeper into the eerie building, he uncovers its historical significance and the founder, Jackson Holven. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of time standing still, with forgotten memories and children's laughter lingering in the air. As he navigates through the factory, the protagonist is filled with unease and curiosity about the secrets that the building holds. The chapter ends with him feeling trapped in a strange and unsettling environment, with the sound of his footsteps echoing through the silent corridors.

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Chapter 1: The First step



The distant noise of the big city was gradually replaced by a piercing silence, as our hero plunged deeper into the forgotten corners of the industrial zone. Between the old buildings that had seen better days, a giant abandoned toy factory 'Fun Friends' rose.



The wall of time built barriers of rusty metal panels and cracked glass, but the purely external intimidating details could not hide the enormous historical significance that was hidden behind the cold walls of the building. At the entrance there was a faded plaque with the year of foundation – 1931, a little lower there was another, smaller one with the name of the founder – Jackson Holven.



After passing through the reluctantly creaking gate, the hero entered a world filled with shady corners and covered with the dust of time. The spirit of the past that was in the air was so sharp and all-consuming that it almost breathed forgotten memories and children's laughter.



He was rapidly climbing the steep stairs, where each creaking step brought him closer to discovering the terrifying reality he was about to enter. The graffiti on the walls, left alone and insane, raised doubts and puzzling questions.



"What should we prepare for? What is this abandoned scarecrow hiding?" These questions did not stop spinning in his head as he carefully stepped through the alarmingly quiet corridors of the factory, in which time had apparently stopped just for a moment before some terrible event. With each step, the whole structure became more and more strange, until he had gone so far that he would not be able to go back. The sound of his footsteps echoed off the cold walls, filling the silence with palpable anxiety.