What seems to be a Fascist Groove Thang...

You stand in the centre of the lift. The walls had mirrors on them, reflecting your slightly messy appearance with a near unnoticeable darker tint. Ignoring it, you continue to look around the confines of the box. There was a panel beside the door, each button having different names. There were seven floors in total, with the highest one having a crown on the button. The top one has the title of 'Overseers'.

Thinking that it'd be the best way to find some answers, you press the button, watching the doors close. You feel a jolt as the lift gradually ascends the shaft, feeling a strong sense of unease. There was a feeling of you being watched again.

Your eyes drift to a small camera in the corner above the panel. You look at it and it looks at you. It zooms in, refocusing on you with a cold stare. Whoever was in control of what was going on must be watching you.

"Yeah, fuck you too." You say without remorse, putting your middle finger up at the camera. Your eyes return to the doors and you take deep breaths.

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