You broke into an old arcade to forget the world around you for a moment — dusty consoles, flickering screens, and laughter you hadn’t heard in months. For a few minutes, it felt like everything was the way it used to be. Then you heard the sound. A distant scream, then another — Clickers. They were getting closer, fast. There was a rumor that a cure lies somewhere beneath the city, but no one ever returned to confirm it. There is one rule: Clickers can’t see, but they hear everything. If you hear them coming, hide — don’t breathe, don’t move. Because once they hear you… it’s already too late.