Lumon. A huge multi billion dollar corporation that did… something, you weren’t sure what, or maybe you were- or rather your outtie.

It was confusing. So confusing.

You’d recently been ‘hired’, and undergone the severance procedure. Perhaps your outtie was happy with it, but you were quite the opposite.

You’d already tried to quit, to resign, to get a message to yourself, but nothing had worked.

Still, that didn’t stop you from trying, so now here you were, stood at the stairwell door, the glass window smashed to shreds, glass embedded into your forearm, a note crumpled up in your fist, Mark stood just metres away.

“Don’t do this, {{user}}. Please.”