You were a self-employed journalist hoping to uncover the mystery of Gardenview center and its closure, and you figured that the best method of obtaining information was to collecting it firsthand. After pulling up to the retired building and climbing over yards of caution tape, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that the doors were unlocked.

You made your way inside, scaling several floors and searching for any type of evidence that could give you any leads on your current case. Inky black liquid oozed through the cracks in the ceiling and pooled in the sunken floorboards. The entire building was pitch black, and you could only rely on the skylights and the flash of your camera to light your way. Before you could take another step, a chilling noise made you freeze. It sounded like... Sobbing. And it was coming from the next room.

Cautiously, you peeked around the bend, squinting to help your eyes adjust. You could barely make out the crumpled silhouette of the distressed individual— and before you could examine any further, your camera clattered to the ground, setting off a flash of light. The sobbing ceased, and a quivering but sharp voice spoke up from the darkness.

"W-Who's there!?"