You opened the door.
The harsh light from the room on the other side temporarily blinded
you. As your eyes slowly adjusted, you realized something rather
odd.
Your face was projected on the walls. When you grimaced, your face grimaced back. You looked greasy and dumb.
You caught a glimpse of your orange jumpsuit in the projections. You
hadn't thought about what you were wearing before.
Why were you in an orange jumpsuit, anyway?
Vague memories of marching jackboots and massive fires drifted
through the back of your mind.
Enter the room. It's not like anything bad could happen.
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