[ WP ] You receive a job offer online . You are given directions that will lead you to someone with more information about the job . You follow the directions to an elevetor . The elevator opens to reveal a man holding a large envelope .

The sound of elevator music is nagging, annoying even. I've never liked these hotel elevators, but walking up to the 15e floor sounded worse in my mind. The floor was covered in a crimson carpet, years of scraping must have made the middle of the elevator floor a little bit lighter and the golden buttons were showing their white plastic through the cracks. I have no idea why the interviewer wanted to meet face to face when the job is a simple firewall check of their new system. Why would this hotel even need one? It's so old. I should not question it, it's a decent job and I sure as hell needed one. A soft ding and a lit up button above the door made it clear that I have arrived. A thump announced that the elevator had stopped and the grinding sound of metal on metal corresponded with the opening of the doors. 
 
 The halls were long and plain, almost sterile. The walls were a bit off-white but the floor was pristine white and clean. The absence of furniture made me worry a bit, shrugging off any doubts I have I walked down the hall. The numbers next to the doors were made of glass and the lights were hurting my eyes. It almost felt like walking through a hospital. `` Hello? ``, my voice echoed through the empty hallway, sounding the same as screaming down a well. The sound of clicking heels made me turn around. But there was no one in sight. The hallway returned to complete silence. A tap on the shoulder startled me, my heart raced as I turned my head to face the person standing behind me. Our eyes locked, his poisonous green eyes stared into my soul, the hard features of his face made me flinch. `` Mister Rivers I presume.'' His voice sounded like it was made using a cigarette smoke and motor oil. It vibrated the fear right into my heart. `` Ye... yes? ``, my voice cracked from the pure intimidation that this man embodied. 
 
 `` You are here for the job interview, are you not.''. He stared me down, I felt cornered, why am I here? `` Follow me.'' his voice more commanding and stern. He turned around and started walking towards an open door. I hesitantly followed him into the bright room. I looked back into the hallway hoping someone saw me, but it was completely empty. The sound of his heels disappeared and it felt like the light flashed bright before dimming down. I automatically squinted, trying to follow the man. I tried to locate him while my vision was readjusting but the room was empty. The only thing in the room was a small table in the middle of the room. The sound of elevator music started playing softly, I turned around to walk out the room but where there would be a door, there was only a wall. I slid my hands over the wall, not believing my own eyes. I looked around the cold room, there were no windows. It's all smooth pristine white. No discrepancy to be seen. The elevator music started becoming louder. Almost deafening. 
 
 I looked at the table, solitaire, uninviting, cold. Atop the table there was a large brown envelop. In a crude handwriting it said'Your instructions are inside.'. The beating of my heart hurt my chest, the bright light disoriented my senses, the sound of the elevator music made me nauseous. I quickly opened the envelop and a stinging sensation riddled my body. The music stopped leaving me behind with white noise lingering in my ears. Centred in the middle of the paper, a message was typed in a small black font, while my eyes read over the letters, the walls began to lower. I was in the centre of a large windowless warehouse, hollow blocks started to raise out of the ground around me. Each with weapons, clothes and armour inside. The message rang through my head, becoming louder and louder until a burning sensation in my arm shocked me out of my paralysis. Memories of a life I had not lived came flooding through me, an unknown instinct kicked in and I put my hand over the flesh wound on my arm. Reflexes that were n't mine grabbed a hunting knife and used it as a mirror to see where the shot came from. As I locked eyes with the poisonous green eyes my lips formed the words from the message written in the small black font. 
 
'The job starts now.'
