>>5214550“<span class="mu-s">Indulge me, my dear, and we have much to gain from one another,</span>” the voice crackles over the speaker above. “<span class="mu-s">Refuse, and I will be forced to do things we’ll BOTH regret.</span>”
Peering around the corner of a crate stack, you spot a faint outline on the box next to you–one almost identical to the shape of your hand. Pulling away, your pulse quickens as your glove is covered in a thin, red layer.
Yea, you snort, wiping the dried viscera onto another box, he’s gonna regret it, alright…
Where do you head next? Time’s tickin’.
>THE FIRE DOORS. THE BACK ROOMS ARE PROMISING!>THE MAINTENANCE DOOR ATOP THE CATWALK!>THE VENT BEHIND THE CRATES!>STICK AROUND AND LISTEN LONGER–MAYBE YOU’LL GET A CLUE FOR WHERE THIS VOICE IS COMING FROM!>WRITE-IN! 