A high-tech office, like any other.  Six desks with computers, all but one
occupied, line the walls, seeming to be almost deliberately placed just
outside the tiny patch of sunlight let in by the skylight in the ceiling
above.  In spite of the ceiling's height the room feels small, the air is
stagnant and carries the odour of rotting fish, which seems out of place in
this environment.  The walls look mostly clean, but feel clammy to the touch,
and in one corner someone has scrawled alien looking graffiti in red magic
marker.  The tiles of the floor, arranged in concentric pentagrams, are marred
by a wet trail leading from the door to the only empty desk.  A few wires,
dripping red, trail down from the keyboard onto the floor...
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