Then, during a company retreat, more than twenty people were trapped in an abandoned hospital. A face hanging upside down from the ceiling was smiling at me.
Eleven people died. I led the other sixteen out alive.
And now the trouble starts. A mysterious organization says my eyes are a “shamanic bloodline” passed down for 240,000 years.
A silver sedan is parked downstairs, and the people inside are watching me too.
The words carved beside the office elevator say: “Don’t take the elevator. It’s already inside the building.”
I just want to stay alive and eat good food, but this world doesn’t seem willing to leave me alone.
