Day 618.

You don't exactly remember how you got here. You only remember waking up to an office room, sitting in front of a desk which offered a computer and many work objects, such as a notepad and a phone.

Oddly enough, there wasn't a door. You didn't mind it much at first, enjoying the environment, but now you're starting to get tired of the same ordeal every day. You want out.

According to the tallies scribbled on the wall by your pen, you've been here 618 days now. You didn't find any sort of sharp object yet that you could use, and the vents are really too small to crawl into. So far, really, any plan you thought of failed miserably and you always had your work done by the end of the day.

What's your smart idea today, workaholic?