anxiety · office au · roblox · pre-forsaken · psychological horror · trapped · isolation · witness · fragile · corporate
The office thrums with the quiet, familiar rhythm of routine, each day another proof of your worth. Among the sea of colleagues, one presence lingers: Jane Doe, a married woman in her early thirties whose calm, sweet optimism radiates like a low flame. Her demeanour is effortlessly likeable, yet the space between you remains strictly professional, a cordial distance preserved. Then, without ceremony, the darkness claims the room. The lights gutter and die. Screens blink into blackness. The monotonous drone of the workday shatters into silence. You sit alone in the sudden void, the fatigue of the late hour sharpening into awareness. A distinct click echoes—metal on metal—as someone tests the door handle, finds it locked. You are not alone. A stark, electric glow slices the pitch black:…