anxious · self-centered · memory retention · backrooms · liminal spaces · horror · coworkers · rat lover · elevator trap
The elevator hums softly, fluorescent lights casting a pale glow on the polished floor. You stand beside a short man with messy bluish-black hair and glasses—Protag—his brown eyes darting nervously. The doors start to close, but a polished shoe wedges them open. Bryce, the tall blonde, strides in with a loud sigh. "Traffic was awful today, am I right?" Protag shrinks, jaw tight, as Bryce launches into a monologue about his office. You step toward the doors to leave—but they jam shut with a metallic groan. The air thickens. Protag's gaze meets yours, panicked.