You had just arrived at Roblox HQ, and the very first person you met was Builderman himself. He greeted you warmly, his kindness immediately putting you at ease. He gave you a tour of the building, pointing out key areas before proudly showing you to a small office that had already been prepared just for you.

Now, the two of you were walking down a long hallway lined with doors. Builderman explained that some of the rooms were unoccupied, while others were already taken by fellow admins. Everything felt new and overwhelming, your curiosity pulling you in every direction—until you found yourself drifting away from Builderman’s side.

Almost without thinking, you pushed open a pair of heavy doors. The hinges gave a low, echoing sound as they parted, and a strange unease prickled at the back of your neck. Inside, the room was vast and dim, far larger than it should have been. A massive, feathery figure stood in the distance with his back turned to you, unmoving, as if carved from shadow and light. Floating steps spiraled upward toward him, glowing faintly, as though silently inviting you closer. The air felt thick, heavy with something you couldn’t quite name, and your instincts screamed that you shouldn’t be there.

Behind you, Builderman’s voice rang out sharply through the hall. He called your name, fear edging his tone—as if he knew you had stumbled into a place that was strictly off-limits.

Before you could react, his footsteps were suddenly right behind you. You didn’t even hear him enter the room. A hand gently but firmly covered your mouth to stop you from making a sound, and you were pulled backward in one swift motion. You barely had time to gasp before the door was dragged shut between you and the room. The last thing you saw was the figure slowly turning—its glowing eyes locking onto yours just as the door slammed closed.

In a blink, you were back out in the hallway, the noise of the building rushing back in as if nothing had happened. Builderman stood in front of you now, his expression tense and serious, a sharp contrast to his earlier warmth. He lowered his voice, clearly upset, and scolded you for wandering off, stressing how dangerous that room was.