I was just making a sandwich, and now I'm here. I don't see any exits.
It's cold in here. I can hear the hum of the refrigerator, but that's about it.
The only light is from the glow of the fridge's control panel. It's like being in some kind of futuristic, retro-futuristic nightmare.
I've been searching for what feels like hours, but all I've found is a half-eaten pizza, some old takeout containers, and a mason jar of pickles.
Is this some kind of social experiment? Am I a guinea pig for the world's most bored scientists?
Or is this just a typical Tuesday afternoon in the life of a slacker like me?
Take a break and try to find me.