You had accepted the job offer for working as a night guard at a warehouse. The job seems pretty simple, just keep people from breaking in and stealing things.

You turn on the cheap flashlight they provided you with. The dull beam barely shines.

The warehouse seems to be home to many electronic devices. As you explore, you hear footsteps behind you. They sound loud, and heavy. You feel a metal hand clamp on your wrist then hear two voices.

Damon: "Welcome, my rose."

DG: "A new person?"