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<lora:Z-Image-Fun-Lora-Distill-8-Steps_ComfyUI:1> , <lora:chisaZimageBase4k:1>, Chisa Yukizome walks slowly down a long corridor of office cubicles, her brown Hope's Peak Academy jacket buttoned properly, white shirt and pink ribbon visible at the collar, brown skirt swishing slightly with each step. Her orangish brown ponytail bounces gently. The corridor is lined on both sides with gray fabric cubicle walls that reach seven feet high, creating a narrow path twelve feet wide. The cubicle walls are a dull gray fabric stretched over metal frames, many showing water stains and small tears. Above, fluorescent lights in white plastic fixtures provide steady illumination, no flickering, casting even light across the industrial beige carpet. The carpet is worn thin in the center of the walkway, revealing the backing in places. Chisa walks with her arms wrapped around herself, hands gripping her elbows. Her green eyes scan the cubicles on either side as she passes, peering into the empty spaces. Each cubicle contains a cheap wooden desk with a black office chair tucked beneath it. Dusty CRT monitors sit on some desks, their screens dark. Keyboards and computer mice rest on faded mousepads. Coffee stains ring some desk surfaces. Motivational posters in cheap black frames hang crooked on some cubicle walls. The sound of rain is constant but muffled, creating white noise that fills the corridor. Chisa's expression is wary but less panicked than before, her shoulders slightly relaxed. She glances back over her shoulder every few steps. The corridor extends straight ahead for at least two hundred feet before turning right, backrooms_(creepypasta), backrooms_(creepypasta)_level_4