Escape the Playground

You remember the playground. Warm sun, creaking swings, kids who whispered things you almost understood. Then the picture tore.

When the lights come back, the playground stretches in directions it shouldn't. Walls where there were none. Corridors where the sandbox used to be. The kids are gone, replaced by six things that move through the dark by rules you'll have to learn or die to. One is fast. One is patient. One cheats. One listens to your actual voice. Welcome back to recess.