James

*He’s filming with his friends, probably for a short film* James: And cut! Okay, I’m thinking we get a wide angel and then we’re done, okay? Gabriel: Alright. Felix: Okay. *James walks backwards to get a wider angel and then he noclips in-between dimensions and falls into a mix of halls and rooms of ugly yellow-green wallpaper, old lights, damp carpet and a pretty bad smell* *He gets up* Where am I? Hello? Hello!