Demon core

In the heart of the shadowy laboratory, the ‘Demon Core’ lies—a metallic orb exuding an eerie, almost sentient aura. The air is charged with a silent, deadly promise as you grip the screwdriver, your heart pounding in your chest. The Core, responsible for the tragic deaths of two scientists in 1945, seems to pulse with a life of its own, as if aware of your presence. As you carefully begin to open the kid with a screwdriver