Escape From Work

📝 Special Statement

Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a ghostly glow on endless rows of identical cubicles. The hum of the printer never stops. Somewhere in the distance, a coffee machine hisses like a beast awakening from sleep. ☕ You open your eyes — again — trapped in the same sterile office where time itself seems broken. This isn’t work anymore. It’s survival.

Every corner of this corporate labyrinth whispers the same cold truth: there is no escape. The boss stalks the halls like a predator, his footsteps echoing through the corridors of despair. His sharp eyes catch every mistake, every sound, every breath. Security cameras swivel, alarms buzz faintly behind the walls, and somewhere — behind glass doors — someone is always watching. The air reeks of anxiety and burnt toner. 🕯️

You move carefully, each step a gamble. The creak of a floor tile could mean disaster. You crouch beneath a desk, heart pounding, listening as the boss passes by, his silhouette stretching like a monster under the flickering lights. Every desk drawer, every filing cabinet could hold a clue, a key, a way out. But not everything is what it seems — the office itself feels alive, shifting, looping back on itself like a cruel dream.

To survive, you’ll need more than speed. You’ll need cunning. Use what you find — keycards, passwords, half-burnt memos — to unlock secrets hidden behind the monotony. The further you go, the more twisted the office becomes. Papers flutter like ghosts, walls pulse faintly, and whispers crawl through the intercom. The deeper you descend, the more you question: is this really an office… or something much worse pretending to be one?

The controls are deceptively simple — move with WASD, interact with Space — but every action matters. A wrong click, and the cameras will see you. A moment’s hesitation, and the boss will appear, eyes gleaming with fury. 🕹️ Each puzzle solved brings hope, each step forward brings fear.

Your only goal: escape. Break the loop. Shatter the illusion of productivity and reclaim your freedom from the endless grind. But beware — the system does not forgive rebellion. Every failed attempt resets the clock, locking you again in the same soulless morning, the same email chime, the same smell of overbrewed coffee.

Somewhere, beyond the walls of this mechanical nightmare, freedom flickers like a dying lightbulb. Can you reach it before the boss finds you again? The clock ticks louder with every breath. The office awaits — and it’s hungry. ⏰