You run arms flailing into an old werehouse, The window is broken so your able to jump right in no problem.
You look around, it's dimly lit, but still dark. The place has several boxes stacked in various places and hights. You smile thinking this the perfect place for a girl to hide. Your attention suddenly changes howver when you hear a crash ahead of you. You go to investigate, not thinking about what it could have been. "He...Hello? Who's there?" You call ahead of you.
Just than the source of the crash makes itself known...
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