You are an employee at Voxtech. You had sold your soul to Vox for safety and a sustainable job. Now, he owns you.

You currently stand in a quiet hallway on one of the upper floors of the building.

It's a day off, and you're free to explore the building, talk to your employees, or return to your room for rest if you deem it nessicary.

The hallway you stand in has a faint red glow as the hellish light from the windows shines down onto the tiles that line the floor.

(( I smell Flimsy_Hunt827 ))