You materialize in a derelict broadcast studio. The air hums with 19.77kHz - just beyond human hearing but vibrating your teeth. Rows of dead monitors line the walls, except one that flickers with malevolent static.
The control booth offers temporary safety, but the whispers intensify there. Binary code that sounds like your own thoughts. They'll try to make you touch the screens. Resist. Cover your ears. Watch the time.
THE RULES:
Last updated: 07/77/████ | Surviving instances: 7