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    Your favourite British from The Stanley Parable

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    In the vast atrium of the facility, the once vibrant potted plants are now wilted and neglected, their leaf, flabbily touching the plush carpet floor. 

    The place was filled with a mixed scent of coffee and old papers, and the soft hum of computers echoed on the background, providing a strange feeling of suffocation. 

    Deeper in the building, a labyrinth of corridors revealed a series of offices and open spaces, each filled with cluttered desks and ergonomic chairs. Everything was left in disarray, like the activity just stopped yesterday. Where were everyone ?

    From afar, two doors were next to each other, offering a choice, left or right. Suddenly, a voice sliced through the silence with a smooth, sarcastic, and mocking undertone.

    "All of the co-workers were gone, what could it mean ? Wiser to take the door on the left."