CHAPTER II

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While thinking about it I just realized that I got to the highest level, and like the desperate individual I am, I rushed to press the button to go back to where I was supposed to be from the beginning, and for my luck, the doors got stuck and didn't get back to where they are supposed to be. I squeezed all my delicate skin through the freezing metals to go out and find some help even to ask them if they were able to message my boss and explain to him my awful situation.

I was to busy getting out I hadn't realized the change of the environment, the minimalist aspect was totally transformed into a empty space, cero furniture, no doors, no paintings nor sign of life, the only thing that you could be able to see was a lightbulb generating a dim light, a breeze could be felt and with everything combined. I began to suffocate myself. I felt like if I had been in a familiar place like this before, a fuzzy memory started to repeat in my mind, like a word about to be spoken, I just couldn't remember, -Why? -I said out loud, all these questions started to form in my brain making it hurt, like if a hammer was trying to put a nail on cement.

Avoiding myself from passing out, I slowly walked heading deeper in the floor. It was almost impossible to see what was ahead due to the fact that fog started coming out and the light bulb began to fail. And then all of the sudden a giggle could be heard, not too loud though. I tried to convince myself it was only my imagination playing tricks on me. I didn't want any more problems, also I'm not that stupid, if you hear a weird noise you obviously avoid it.

As I was trying to get away from the snickering, I sensed that the wisest choice was to get near a window. I acknowledge I was on the highest level, but if I could see the actual height of the building, It might be possible to break down one and ask for help.

I ran as fast as my legs allowed me, the giggle was still there and it was getting louder and crazier, like if it came from a maniac, I didn't knew why if just a moment ago it sounded like if it had stopped, fortunately I finally reached out the window, I look at it and the only thing i saw was someone on the verge of tears, It was my reflection, the glass was actually a one way mirror.

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