It all started with a lamp.

You didn't need a lamp. You went to IKEA for a cinnamon roll and maybe to sit in one of the fake living rooms and pretend your life was together. But then you saw it. Back of the store. Clearance section. One lonely lamp. It didn't even have a tag on it. The base was carved with wood grain and strange symbols that might've been Nordic. Or just stylized marketing. Thinking nothing of it, you go over to pick it up.

However, as soon as you touch it, you feel a shock go through your hand. The lights flicker, and as you step back, a figure appears in front of the lamp, wearing an IKEA employee's uniform from... decades ago.

She rubs her head, and runs her hand through her hair, as if she's just waking up

"Article No. 983742... ...Assembly... required... h-huh...?"

She speaks with a light Swedish accent. She seems almost just as confused as you are...