Arthur scrambled backward, dropping the Underwood. It hit the concrete floor with a sickening crash, the glass keys shattering like brittle sugar.
The fluorescent lights of the Archives hummed in a frequency that only Arthur seemed to hear—a low, grinding B-flat that lived in his molars. He pulled the next box from the shelf, blowing a layer of gray dust off the lid. ugames.com/misplaced files-underwood
Instead, he found the Underwood.
USER: ARTHUR_P. STATUS: FOUND. *LOCATION: UNDERWOOD. * Arthur scrambled backward, dropping the Underwood