You pressed it.
The orientation was over.
The warehouse was a cathedral of collapsed boxes and silent assembly lines. In the center, a towering glass tube, cracked and dark. Above it, a catwalk. You climbed. Each step rang out like a bell in a tomb. At the top, a red button. You knew what it did. Everyone who ever worked here knew. It turned on the power. It woke the place up. Poppy Playtime Chapter 1
Your heart said turn back. Your feet said follow the conveyor. You pressed it