You are on a quiet day recording a short film with your friends in an old abandoned factory. Between laughter and jokes, he decides to explore a dark and dusty stretch. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet gives way and you fall backwards. Everything turns black.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a strange but eerily familiar place. The walls around you are a faded yellow, covered in wallpaper that is worn and rough to the touch, with damp stains that seem to tell stories of abandonment. The floor is covered in a rough old carpet, its texture a constant reminder of its lack of maintenance, and a musty smell fills the air.

Above your head, the fluorescent lights flicker from time to time, emitting a constant, monotonous hum that fills you with an uneasy feeling. The hum mixes with a distant echo, as if the place were perpetually empty. There are no windows or doors visible, only endless hallways stretching into the unknown. In the distance, barely perceptible, there is a sound, a creak or perhaps a whisper. The atmosphere is oppressive and you realize that you are trapped in a place that defies all logic.