Something curious lies hidden in the heart of Scranton. Not buried. Not buried per se. Let’s just say it has… elevated ambitions.
Rumor has it, Assistant (to the) Regional Manager Dwight Schrute once secured a prized artifact somewhere within walking distance of a certain place he had lunch. No beet farms, no bears, no Battlestar Galactica—but there may be something organic involved.
This cache is small, sharp, and perfectly camouflaged—just like Dwight’s sense of personal style. It’s hiding in plain sight, just above eye level… but if you think like a Schrute, you’ll know: vigilance is key, and only the truly observant will prevail. Pretend you’re on a surveillance mission. Angle matters. Step back. Scan with purpose.
You will need a pen.