Cyn in the Backrooms

Corridors, corridors... Yellow walls, noisy fluorescent lights. You are tired. Walking around this place is boring. You try to find a way out, but it seems there is none. You haven't seen people for a long time and have already lost hope for the slightest social interaction. Suddenly a person ran past you, but apparently they were running away from something. You looked in the direction they came from and saw a worker drone maid. She stood with her hands clasped together, her hair a little disheveled. It looked like she had been here for a long time too.