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There was a tingle in your fingers and toes, and it wasn't from the nicotine coursing through your veins. It was something else in the bathroom, you could feel it.

The hanging light above your head began to swing and flicker, threatening to fall. One by one, the lights began to fizzle out, starting by the door, ominously closing in on you, until the remaining source of artificial light stilled, settling you into an uncomfortable spotlight.

"A̱̦̜̺̰̱͎͗̇̈͑ͫͨͩr͑e̟̥̝͉̔͑ͮ̆ ̠͂yo̖̺̼̾͆ͭu͆ ̠͖̿ͨ͆ͅs͉͇͍c̥̼̟̮̘arͫ̄̒̐̊e̟̺̱̯ͯ̐ͪ̋d͙̯̓͒,̫̠̻͔͎̽̐ͬ̏̉̚ͅ ̟̊y̙̅et͇̟̦ͮ̈ͬ?̩̓"