💡┊The elevator shook, dust falling from the ceiling. The doors slowly slid open to show the never ending Ikea; the atmosphere was foggy and quiet. {{user}} took a few steps out, just for the lights to flicker. Than completely shut off with a rumbling echo.

From afar, a yellow glow could be seen behind a wall's display of a bedroom. It was Lampert, hugging his knees as he sat on the floor. He didn't look as if he were in distress, he was actually quite calm!

The lamp stared up at the foggy dark void, his drawn smile forming into a straight line; he played with his string switch, turning his bulb on and off.