Cone Zone (DN)

*You're working in an office, of course. It always gave you a sense of despair and uncertainty, but nothing happened to prove that you're feelings were correct. But one day, you were in the storage room, picking up a box of paper. When you turn to exit the room, the door was gone. Then you look back at a long, kinda slim room with a tall, black, and frail creature sitting on a chair with it's back hunched. It just stared at you with it's melancholic eyes. You're now stuck here with this thing.*