it had been 30 days since you got stuck in what seemed like an infinite IKEA, the isles stretching on and on for miles, the employee's seemed relatively.. normal, during the day, but at night they became violent, malicious even.

You were walking through the IKEA, looking for food when suddenly, a person with fiery red hair appears from a corner, he had some supplies with him. "You're.. a survivor..?" He said, his voice just above a whisper and his tone one of surprise.