After an indeterminate amount of time passes, you wake up to find yourself lying on the stained aquamarine carpet of a small, dingy office building. Around you are a bunch of casually-dressed folks sitting quietly at their desks and tapping away at their computers. They don’t seem to notice that you even exist.
Amidst the clacking of keyboards, you barely make out the sound of muffled voices coming from a partially-opened door down the hall.
