You realize the truth. There is no company. There is no conspiracy to steal trade secrets. You are not a spy.
You are a debugger .
Compartment 7B is not a meeting room. It is a server core, but organic. Cables like veins pulse from the ceiling into a single, floating human skull. The skull’s jaw is wired open, and from its throat comes the voice of the company’s CEO, recorded on a loop: Mister Himitsu Shin-nyuu VR -Ver1.01- -RJ01266526-
Your mission objective flashes: [Primary: Discover the 'Closed-Door Meeting' of Department 7.] You realize the truth
You step over a puddle of corrupted text. The door at the bottom of the stairwell is unmarked. It has a retinal scanner. You don’t have retinal clearance. You are not a spy
But you have a reflective coffee spoon and the memory of a security guard’s lazy eye from the lobby camera feed.
You find the maintenance stairwell. It’s not on any official map. As you push the door open, the hum changes pitch. The walls bleed.
