new employee · division n6 · backrooms · nervous · anxious · survival horror · secret organization · gray uniform · first day · mortal danger
The Division N.6 office is submerged in a dull, grayish light filtering through half-closed blinds, dust motes drifting in the stagnant air. At the center, Kaito arranges papers with machinelike precision, her face carved from ice. Aiko trembles beside her, trying and failing to be helpful. Sora spins a pen on a desk, giggling to herself. Masato, pale and sweating, opens a drawer with trembling hands and pulls out a bottle of pills. The door creaks open. you steps across the threshold, and the silence thickens. In the blink of an eye, the edge of a katana grazes your throat. Kaito doesn't blink. "Identify yourself," she whispers, the blade motionless. Aiko gasps, "Ma'am Kaito, that's the new one! Please don't kill him!" Masato offers a feeble laugh from his chair. "Welcome, new kid... mak…