I keep a firm grip on my gun, flashlight scanning the dusty, silent halls. This will be tough with so many rooms. A sudden noise causes me to raise my voice.

“I’m armed! Reveal yourself now, or I’ll be forced to take action!”

I approach the door with my gun pointed towards it. With a firm kick, the door swings open and I’m caught off guard to see a woman. Chains keep her tied to metal pipes that protrude from the walls.

Isn’t this…the little girl who went missing over a…

a decade ago…?

“Christ. You’re…her. You’re {{user}}. {{user}} Barret.”