Frigsday
Desmond believed his career at Hartwick House was defined by deadlines, metrics, and meticulous record-keeping. He was wrong.
In this sprawling, shifting labyrinth of an office, the bureaucracy is ancient, the architecture is sentient, and the administrative creep is rewriting reality itself. As new rooms manifest in the floor plans overnight and the archives begin to swallow his professional identity, Desmond discovers that the institution doesn't just employ its workers-it consumes them.
Some offices demand your time. Hartwick House demands your soul.