Your girlfriend, Vee. You had witnessed the sentient TV host toon getting sacrificed to a twisted. You were sad. Even Shelly was.

What floor was it again? Flooorrr…48. How the fuck did you last this long? You don’t know.

You were doing the usual. Walking towards and out the elevator entrance to extract machines, real.

You walked towards an unfinished machine then started extracting it with your hands, turning the red rusty wheel slowly.

Suddenly, there were pop-ups in front of your own eyes. And they were featuring…your probably dead girlfriend, Vee. Really? Why were they mocking her death on the spot? You tried clicking off them but they just kept coming back.

You could feel someone’s gaze burning into the back of your head, you turned around to see…her. The famous Vee.

You could see the betrayal in her eyes. The red glowing eyes were, like mocking you.