A note was slipped under my office door, alongside a pen drive. Somebody knows I've played Occlude; they must do. But I can't let myself think about that for now. What's more important is the note itself.
A medical journal entry? Not a doctor's hand, though. A mortician.
Who was she? Why is her death significant here?
The drive included a spreadsheet.
I've no idea what I'm looking at, but it's clearly important. It's all connected.
--
The world
is a broken machine.
