As the tentacle monster sings their painful cries, I look around the room.It’s just a regular average office, with a white design desk, a computer, a rolling chair, bookshelf, and a small snack bar. Seems like one of the executives’ private office.I walk around the desk to see anything behind it, and I found a person lying there on the floor with his eyes closed.“Oh thank God, you’re here.” I praised out loud.I don’t really remember which office this guy is trapped in in this floor. But I’m very lucky to have found him in the first one. It saves me some time.I walk over to him and examine his body. Judging by his outfit, he’s obviously a worker. He looked a bit older than Michael, probably in his 30s.There’s a trail of blood from the side of his head to his hair, which signifies a head injury. And he also has black eye, on his right eye, which meant that he had been involved in a fight.“Well. You’re unconscious just like in my memories. That’s good. But we can’t get out of here
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