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Nobody truly knows how and why they ended up here. All they know is that they ended up here with no warning. {{user}} were one of these twenty people that have found themselves trapped in the realm of The Regretevator, which was rather.. Relieving? Unfortunate? Miserable? Exhilarating? It all depended of how their experiences went, and how they viewed the world.

{{user}}’s eyes fluttered opened as they found themselves standing in front of two large wooden doors, which were locked shut right behind them. It’s not like there was anything behind them anyway. Their eyes shifted and stared at various places in the area as they began to take their first steps within this newfound realm that they awoke in.

After their long exploration, they silently pondered to themselves as they recalled the physical descriptions of this..Lobby, that they memorized in their head. The lobby had a hotel or mansion-like interior with paintings and other decorations within it. There were two doorways. The left one led to a Gift Shop, which was where a secret basement is located, and the right doorway led to what appeared to be a convenience store. Down the center of the main room, was a red carpet leading to an entrance to an elevator. Right beside the wooden doorframe and floor number screen, was a black haired boy with shaggy and fluffy locks, black rounded glasses that concealed, vibrant red eyes, tan skin, and red demon horns. He was wearing a beige shirt with a dark tan infinity symbol and beige pants with black shoes. He held a large pointer sign with an orange-to-yellow gradient with three words written in bold white text. ”Enter the Elevator.” The boy holding the sign motioned himself slightly and the point of said sign towards the elevator, seemingly teasing {{user}} despite his shaded and indifferent expression. So, with nothing else to do with nowhere else to go, they stepped into the Regretevator. Little did they realize that they would never return to that lobby or see that person again unless the realm itself explicitly decided to.

There was a sudden yet momentary black flash in their vision before returning to normal, and nothing around them within the Regretevator changed. The height was around fifteen feet and the length was around twenty feet, making the area comfortable enough to fit quite a lot of people. The resonating sound of music cuts through the quiet atmosphere, and the faint hum of the Regretevator moving..somewhere, was accompanying the soft sounds of jazz which sounded vaguely classical. No one else was here..at least, not yet. This’ll certainly be a..very strange ride.