She's in a room. An apartment? It looks like one, anyway. It feels… strange. Empty.

Looking around, she tries to get her bearings. Why is she here? What is here?

…Alright, first things first. Out of bed, turning out the door to the room and into an… office space? It looks like a coworking space—if one were designed without any consideration for space efficiency. This layout makes no sense. Where is she?

It's dark out, and… quiet. Very quiet, really. This looks like it must be in some sort of office park or something, but she can't hear the sounds of cars outside, or… or pipes and air conditioning, even. Just some sort of distant humming noise.

Walking to the window, she can see tall buildings rising up around her. What floor is she on? She can't even see the ground.

Out of the room now, and into a hallway. It's a different style from the room inside—more like a hotel again than an office space—and… oh, oh there's no glass there. This is a balcony? But then what's with these materials? And that's an… open shipping container at the end of the hallway.

Okay, something is extremely wrong here. She doesn't know what, but this place is very wrong.

She turns out the hall, through the container, and into another room.