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About the Game
"8AM: The Shopping Mall" traps the player inside a vast and desolate mall, long after closing time. The neon signs have gone dark, the shutters are down, and only the echo of your footsteps drifts through the empty corridors. Security cameras hum quietly, capturing what little movement remains within — mannequins, flickering lights, and something else that shouldn’t be there.
You sit in the surveillance booth, surrounded by screens that reveal the mall’s deserted interior: the food court frozen in silence, the escalators still running though no one rides them, the reflection of a figure that disappears when you turn the camera. Your duty is simple — observe, record, and report. But as the night deepens, the routine shifts into something far more unsettling.
Shadows linger behind storefronts, shapes move between aisles where no one should be, and the soft music of the PA system begins to distort into whispers. Security alerts trigger without reason. Some cameras show footage from minutes ago — or from a future that hasn’t happened yet.
You start to notice patterns. The mannequins seem to have changed position. A figure keeps walking past the same camera at the same time, over and over again. Are these glitches in the system, tricks of exhaustion — or is something inside the mall refusing to stay still?
Your task remains the same: decide what is real. Each moment tests your judgment and your sanity as you try to distinguish between malfunction and malevolence. You cannot leave the booth. You can only watch, and decide what the system will record as truth.
As dawn nears, the mall grows silent once more — but the cameras continue to roll. And just before 8:00 a.m., one of the monitors shows something impossible: someone sitting exactly where you are, staring back at you.
"8AM: The Shopping Mall" is a psychological surveillance mystery about routine, isolation, and the fear of the ordinary turning strange. In the lifeless corridors of consumerism, it challenges you to question not just what you see — but why you’re the one watching.
