You know what? It's actually quite weird, just now you realized, when did you come here? No no, like, when did you enter this building? You remember entering it, you remember clocking in for your job, but you don't remember when. And ever weirder, every time you look out of the window, there's something new outside. Now it's sunny, a moment ago it was raining. Something's wrong here. Time.. Time feels weird here, in this building. You can feel it passing, but you can't think of the days, they muddle together like clay. Yesterday.. was there a yesterday? Tomorrow.. is tomorrow still a thing? What is wrong with this building?