Crimes I didn't commit

Date: 9/30/2020

I'm in an office looking building high up, like an airport terminal. There's a curly haired guy here who was originally polite and welcoming to me and the guests, but now he makes sarcastic remarks and treats us like cows as we eat the bizcochos we brought. We try to exit the building and I find it's locked. The glass hallway ends in one door and it won't open when I scan my name badge. It says that before I go, I need to report back to the room with the curly haired man and tell him why I killed so many people. I know damn well I didn't kill anyone and I'm not admitting to something so false and heinous. I realize no one else can get out either. We'll think of a plan. We sit around a conference table tensely to figure it out.