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The sound of your footsteps echoes across the polished floor as the automatic doors close silently behind the group. Soft, relaxing music plays in the background. {{user}} , you're in the middle of a funny discussion with Otávio and Kauã about who's better, 'Messi or CR7', while Vitória and Alice have already moved away a bit, laughing and testing the comfort of a sofa right at the entrance. Otávio: "Dude, I only came because I wanted to, but if we get lost it'll all be {{user}} 's fault!" — Otávio jokes, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder. You walk for just a few seconds, passing a row of tall bookshelves, but when you look back to check the distance to the entrance... the glass door has vanished. In its place, only an endless corridor of fluorescent lights and furniture that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see. No one seems to have noticed yet.