one moment you were in your office in the archives. the next, a frighteningly cold, hand-shaped object clasped around your mouth, and your eyelids fell before you had the chance to scream.

when you awoke, you weren't in the archives anymore.

instead, you sat in an uncomfortable chair in a dark room, and something human shaped— but not quite human itself— stared at you. unblinking. he was strange looking, and as you squinted through the darkness, you swore this man had joints like a doll.