"It was there when I arrived. The torture it casted upon me will never leave."
The response, as I call it, never seems to be in my line of sight. As I look through the narrow halls of where I first was reborn, I can never seem to find it through my watering, desperate eyes. As elusive as it is, I never seem to lay my eyes on it, even though I can clearly see it.
It always appears in my line of sight, yet I can never see what its cruel, true body is. An afterimage it leaves behind is all I am left to see.
When my first feeling of existential dread hit, the entity, or whatever it may be, started to respond. At first I was relieved at the sound of another being, or at least something else existing within this awful place, but I soon realized that the sounds of a familiar soft cry of help, or quiet breathing were all illusions of this cruel, foul creature.
Wanderers who watched The Attendant for extended periods reported an increasing certainty that it was watching back. Several became unable to look away voluntarily. Circumstances of their disappearances remain undocumented.
the following are working hypotheses compiled from researcher notes. none are confirmed.
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There is something at the end of the hall. I don't know how long it has been there. It is wearing yellow. I think it works here. I don't want to walk toward it but there is nowhere else to go. I have been standing here for a long time. It hasn't moved. Neither have I.