*The air grows cold. The room you are in is no longer an office. It is now a long, narrow corridor. The walls are made of concrete and the floor is made of metal. The walls are lined with rows of metal lockers, and the floor is covered in dust and debris. The only light comes from a single, flickering fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air is stale and smells of mildew and decay. The only sound is the hum of the fluorescent light, and the occasional drip of water from a leak in the ceiling.*
*i ain't reading all that I'm A-332*
*You hear a loud bang from behind you. You turn around to see a large, metal door slamming shut. The door is covered in rust and grime, and it looks like it hasn't been opened in years. The only way out is forward.*
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05/10/2026
*The air grows cold. The room you are in is no longer an office. It is now a long, narrow corridor. The walls are made of concrete and the floor is made of metal. The walls are lined with rows of metal lockers, and the floor is covered in dust and debris. The only light comes from a single, flickering fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air is stale and smells of mildew and decay. The only sound is the hum of the fluorescent light, and the occasional drip of water from a leak in the ceiling.*
*i ain't reading all that I'm A-332*
*You hear a loud bang from behind you. You turn around to see a large, metal door slamming shut. The door is covered in rust and grime, and it looks like it hasn't been opened in years. The only way out is forward.*
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