You were completely concentrated on trying to figure out this mysterious contraption that had ended up in your unqualified hands, when suddenly, the door suddenly swings open.
"Hey boys! What'cha doing locking yourse-" was all the figure in the door managed to say before you shot her in the chest out of shock.
You recognized here as Daria, that cute girl from HR - a peppy social butterfly, always was the one ot organize birthdays for your colleagues.
To your surprize, upon pressing the trigger, a beam came out, colored yellow. It was out only for a flash of a second, before the gun beeped once, followed by the thump of your poor target hitting the break room floor face first.
"Dude! You just fucking shot Daria!", Jared whispered, but his intonation sounded like he was screaming, as he rushed for the door, closing it behind your coworker's body.
"What are you doing?" you asked, still shaking from the event that had just unfolded in front of you.
"Hey man, if you wanna go to jail that's on you, but I'm not coming with- so we need to find a way to get out of here", he whispered, urgency in his voice.
You were both standing right over the body now, when you suddenly notice something- it looked like it had deflated.
You crouch down, placing a hand on her back.
Ignoring the warnings from Jared, who was somehow already thinking about how you shouldn't leave any handprints on the victim, you press down- but your hand passes through a slit, reaching inside of her. Even more surprisingly, you dont seem to be reaching the floor!
You are somehow, impossibly, about shoulder deep into your victim's back, moving your arm around, trying to find if there's a bottom, when suddenly...