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"I have to check the basement," Elias whispered. His voice was thin, barely audible over the scratching behind the walls. "If the generator doesn't start, the locks won't hold."

Elias froze. He hadn't knocked it down, but the silence that followed was heavier than any crash.

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The tower stood on the cabin’s rickety dining table, a jagged spine of cedar blocks. It leaned dangerously to the left, vibrating every time the wind hammered against the shutters outside.

Elias reached out. His hand was shaking. He needed to make one pull to successfully navigate the pitch-black stairs without tripping and alerting the Skrake. "I have to check the basement," Elias whispered

From the shadows of the rafters above Sarah, a pale, elongated hand reached down. The tower hadn't fallen because of a pull—it had fallen because their time was simply up. If you want to turn this into a playable game, tell me:

They both glanced at the empty chair where Miller had sat ten minutes ago. He’d tried to bolt the front door. He’d reached for a block, his fingers had twitched, and the wood had scattered across the floor like bone fragments. Seconds later, the thing from the woods had taken him through the window. Now, the tower was rebuilt, but it was fragile—a physical manifestation of their remaining luck. He hadn't knocked it down, but the silence

But as he stepped onto the first stair, a floorboard creaked—not under his feet, but behind Sarah. The tower, unsettled by the vibration of his footsteps, gave one final, infinitesimal shimmy. A single block at the very top lost its balance and tumbled, clicking against the table before hitting the floor.