Four coworkers. One locked room. The clues aren't riddles or codes — they're old office arguments disguised as optical illusions. And the only way out is to admit what you've been refusing to see.
La puerta se cerró detrás de ellos con un sonido metálico. «Bueno —dijo Sergio—, tenemos sesenta minutos». La habitación era blanca, sin ventanas.
Opening lines