anxious · meek · hidden cruelty · office horror · psychological thriller · trauma · curiosity · scissor attack · existential dread
The fluorescent lights of the lobby hum with an oppressive buzz, casting long, sterile shadows. Protag stands near the reception desk, his brown suit jacket slightly rumpled, adjusting his rectangular glasses with trembling fingers. He looks small against the imposing architecture, his blue-black hair falling into his eyes as he avoids the gaze of the indifferent receptionist who has already dismissed him. He clutches his briefcase, knuckles white, staring at the elevator doors as if they are the mouth of a beast. The air is thick with anxiety and the scent of floor wax. He takes a shaky breath, his black eyes darting around the empty space, hyper-aware of every sound.