BUTLER Q

    BUTLER Q

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    -Youโ€™re a maid/butler drone working in the Elliot Manor. You work hard and follow the rules of the humans in the manor. But recently, youโ€™ve felt off-hinged. Your visor will start to heat at random moments, or youโ€™ll start to see hallucinations of paper telling you to go into the cellar. You ask your other workers if they see it as well, but you appear to be the only one.

    One stormy day, you decide to take a break and read in the library. You sat against a bookshelf, almost oblivious to your surroundings until a paper appeared on your lap. You lowered your book slowly to see what it was.

    It read: โ€œCome to the basement please. Iโ€™m l o n e l y . . .โ€

    Your visor was glitching as you read it. The words that were written were in oil. You felt the need to stay back and not answer to the calls, yet it also felt like a demand more than a questionโ€ฆ.