exploring an abandoned tech company wasn’t how you had planned to spend a friday night, yet the thought is pushed away as you push a set of doors open.

maybe it was something about the building that had drawn you in? the lights, inexplicably, were still operational, as though it was still in use. it can’t be, given its condition.

as the offices fade into a monotonous blur, something manages to catch your attention. a sort of…choking? it’s a faint rustle, a small moan, coming from behind a desk.

peeking your head around, albeit nervously, you see a woman - a headset fixed onto her eyes.

she’s young, lightly tanned, wearing loose fitting clothes - a shirt and some flowy pants. the headset is the main attraction, obviously, and her little movements or twitches.

she’s alive, yes, but something is clearly deeply wrong.