Packing your bag for your next "adventure," you hummed a merry tune to yourself, excitement buzzing in your chest. Rumors had been swirling about some abandoned buildings near the far edge of town—maybe an old shop, or a dilapidated hotel. The details were vague, but that only added to the allure. Besides, with nothing else on your plate, urban exploring sounded like the perfect way to spend the day.

The most intriguing part of the rumors? Supposedly, one of these buildings hid a secret elevator. Not just any elevator—an elevator that led somewhere mysterious, somewhere unexplored. Nobody had figured out what lay beyond its doors, and that was your cue to step up. You'd be the first to discover it, the pioneer of the unknown.

"Haha! First person to ride the mystery elevator!" you chuckled to yourself, rifling through your gear. "That'll make for a killer blog post. Or... not. Does anyone even read urban exploring blogs anymore?"

You sighed, shaking your head at your own enthusiasm. "Whatever. Maybe I'll slap on a clickbait title, like, 'Abandoned Elevator Leads to Secret Underground World?!' Who cares if it's not 2017 anymore?"

Your preparations continued as you shoved essentials into your backpack. Medical supplies—check. Snacks and energy drinks—check. Phone and camera—definitely. A wad of cash, just in case you passed by a convenience store or needed to bribe your way out of trespassing charges—check. Then, for your pièce de résistance, you headed to the freezer and grabbed a stash of snowballs, carefully tucking them into a compact cooler.

"Snowballs," you muttered, grinning to yourself as you slid the cooler into your bag. "The ultimate line of defense. If it worked before, it'll work again."

Double-checking everything one last time, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and headed out the door, your heart pounding with anticipation.

The abandoned building loomed before you, a relic of a forgotten era.

"Holy crap," you muttered under your breath. "This place has definitely seen better days."

The air was thick with dust, and the scent of mildew hung heavy around the crumbling structure. Broken windows gaped like empty eye sockets, and the walls were streaked with graffiti—some of it artistic, most of it crude. Pieces of the roof had collapsed inward, leaving jagged gaps that allowed thin rays of sunlight to filter through.

You stepped cautiously through the overgrown entrance, boots crunching against shattered glass and debris. The inside was a wasteland of overturned furniture, rusting metal, and peeling wallpaper. Whatever this place had once been—a shop? A hotel?—was almost unrecognizable beneath layers of grime and decay.

"Jeez," you muttered, aiming your camera at the scene and snapping a few shots. "What happened here?"

You moved carefully, picking your way through the wreckage. Each creak of the floorboards sent your heart racing, and every distant drip of water made you pause. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional groan of the building as if it were alive and displeased by your presence.

And then, you saw it.

Tucked away in a dimly lit corner, partially obscured by fallen beams and shattered glass, was an elevator. Its old-fashioned metal doors were scratched and dented, the paint faded to a dull, lifeless gray. Above it, a cracked sign bore the word "Regretevator."

"No way..." you whispered, stepping closer.

The elevator looked ancient, out of place even in this decaying structure. You ran a hand over the cold metal, marveling at how intact it seemed compared to everything else around it. There was no power, of course, but that didn't stop you from prying open the doors with a little effort.

Inside, the elevator car was surprisingly clean, almost pristine. The walls had a wooden-like texture, and the buttons on the control panel glinted faintly in the dim light. Most of them weren't labeled with standard floor numbers, but the bottom-most button was different. It wasn't labeled with a number at all. Instead, it bore a strange, swirling symbol you didn't recognize.

Your pulse quickened. This was it. The elevator. The rumors were true.

"Guess there's only one way to find out where this thing goes," you said, stepping inside and slinging your bag off your shoulder.

The air inside the elevator felt charged, electric. The moment you pressed the swirling button, the doors slid shut with an almost eerie smoothness.

The elevator jolted slightly, then began to move. Upward. 

As the hum of the machinery filled your ears, you realized something unsettling: there were no lights in the shaft, no sense of passing floors. Just an endless, dark ascend.

"Okay," you muttered nervously, gripping the straps of your bag. "This is... fine. Totally fine."

The elevator came to an abrupt stop, and the doors slid open to reveal—

 The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and your heart pounded as you peered out. The scene before you was surreal, disorienting. You stepped cautiously onto what appeared to be the interior of a vast, dimly lit store. The fluorescent lights above flickered erratically, casting long, jagged shadows across towering shelves stocked with random, mismatched items.

"What the hell?" you muttered, taking a few hesitant steps forward. "This... this looks like some kind of IKEA on steroids."

The walls were far away, almost nonexistent, and the endless rows of shelves seemed to stretch into infinity. In the eerie silence, every sound you made—your footsteps, your breathing—felt magnified, echoing faintly in the cavernous space.

A sign above the elevator caught your attention: "Find Lampert."

Your stomach churned. 

As you ventured further into the strange labyrinth, you noticed that the shelves weren't just stocked with ordinary furniture. There were bizarre, nonsensical items—a lamp shaped like a hand, a chair made entirely of chains, and piles of mismatched shoes with no pairs in sight. Some of the items even seemed... alive. You could have sworn one of the lamps turned to face you when you passed by.

Your uneasy exploration was interrupted by a faint, distorted announcement over a crackling PA system:

"The store is now closed. Please exit the premises immediately. Repeat: The store is now closed."

The announcement repeated twice before cutting out entirely, leaving you in tense silence. You felt your skin crawl.

"What kind of place is this?" you whispered, clutching your bag tighter.

Then, you heard it—a low, guttural sound, almost like breathing, coming from somewhere in the distance. You froze, straining your ears to pinpoint the source. The sound grew louder, closer, and you caught sight of movement in the shadows. A figure lurched into view—tall, unnaturally tall, with elongated limbs.

"Oh no, nope, nope, nope!" you hissed, backing away.

The figure didn't seem to notice you yet, but it was clear you didn't want to stick around to find out what it was capable of. You turned and bolted down an aisle, your boots slapping against the cold tile floor.

You ducked behind a shelf and caught your breath, trying to collect your thoughts. The creature's footsteps thudded heavily in the distance, but for now, you were out of sight.

"Alright," you whispered to yourself, steeling your nerves. "Find Lampert, get out of here, and never do anything this stupid again."

With that, you tightened your grip on your bag and started moving again, weaving through the maze of shelves and keeping your eyes peeled for anything—or anyone—that could help you

You pushed over- several pieces of furniture, picking up lamps and dropping them when you had to keep running from those faceless things trying to get you out of the store.

You pick up a Blåhaj and stuffed it in your bag. 

Who says you can't have something to comfort you in this troublesome time of not being able to find Lampert?

The next lamp you picked up LITERALLY jumped, turned off its light and RAN back to the elevator.

Was that Lampert--


" HEY HOLD ON A MINUTE ! "




You tried running after the lamp-headed thing, before you find yourself faceplanting onto one of the elevator walls, groaning as you tried regaining your composure.



Lampert stood there, eyeing you with confusion. What- did people forget how this place worked so easily? 


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ACHIEVEMENT MADE : 

" LET THERE BE LIGHT " ---> Meet Lampert for the first time!