When you opened the archive, the folders weren't named. They were numbered: , 002 , 003 .

You are a night shift janitor in a grocery store where the mannequins move only when you blink. The "trash" element is obvious—the physics are broken, and your character clips through the floor. But every time you clip through, you see a face staring up from the void beneath the map. It looks like yours.

As the fans in your PC begin to scream, you notice a new folder has appeared on your actual desktop, labeled with home address.