Who am I?
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You sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon you and you shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that you are alone. You know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because you can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, or maybe it's because the radio just Nawawala battery; all you know is that something feels wrong.

You attempt to clear your mind, and to ipakita yourself you are okay (which you actually aren't) and even try to...