You should know where you are, but the darkness has turned these quasi-familiar carpet-covered cubes into an inescapable labyrinth. You're in… Accounting, right? Or is it Tag Management? Icon Shapes?
Your stomach rumbles as you remember that you worked right through dinner. You've heard somewhere in the cubicles there's a secret vending machine, maybe you can scrounge up some change.
As long as you keep the Posting Floor in front of you and that one strange stairwell that's always locked to your left, you shouldn't lose your bearings. But wait…
What's that flickering light coming from over there?
Inventory
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