Just being paranoid, you mutter to yourself. Your only mission is to push forward and find help. You try to block those restless thoughts in your head to no avail, as they begin to play like a mantra. You're lost in an unknown planet, among people you can't understand, across hallways that seem to stretch for miles. Who would want to live in a place like this? A building so dull and repetitive that it makes any creature—resident or otherwise—want to forget their purpose. It makes no sense. Could you be running in circles? All these rooms are starting to look indistinguishable from one another.

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