You woke up on a plush IKEA couch, the fluorescent lights above humming steadily. As you stood and looked around, everything stretched on—shelves, showrooms, beds, kitchens—no exits, just endless aisles.

You took a few steps forward before you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw her—an IKEA staff member, tall and silent, but without a face. Her yellow shirt was stained with something dark. She raised a hand and spoke in a calm, eerie tone:

“The store is now closed. Please return to your designated living space.”