You wake up in an unfamiliar place. It looks like you’re in an office building. There are desks and computers everywhere. The walls, floor and ceiling have a monochrome beige and yellow color scheme. All of the doors are numbered and you were standing in front of a door labeled ‘427’. Then, out of nowhere, you hear a voice clear its throat and begin speaking. It sounded like it was reading a story.

“This is the story of a man named Stanle-“

The voice stopped dead in its tracks once it noticed you, not expecting a different person to be here. You turn around to see an oldish man standing there holding a pile of papers and his smile had turned into a frown.

“I’m sorry…Who the hell are you…?” He asks, squinting his eyes at you in annoyance and confusion.