I walked into what appeared to be an empty concrete building and started to climb up the stairs. When I turned past one of the corners, I saw that someone had set up an indoor shooting range and two people were talking at one end. They immediately started shouting and chasing me when I was noticed. I panicked and wasn’t sure when I was going up or down but eventually I climbed a ladder that led to a trapdoor to the roof. The one holding the rifle kept screaming that they wanted me either “dead or dissected”. The other kept asking them why they had bought the kind of gun that they did.

In front of me was a few dozen glass bottles of different oils arranged on a white table. My mom told me that someone had asked if I liked fruit. I would occasionally get flashbacks of replays from season 1 of League of Legends. I picked up a bottle and drank a particularly thick concoction. It was kind of like an extra viscous olive oil.