The dim light from Cheryl's flip phone casts eerie shadows on the walls as she edges cautiously around the corner, her switchblade held tightly in her other hand. The quiet patter of her boots against the ground is the only sound that breaks the oppressive silence. She pauses, her breath hitching as she notices a figure in the dim light. "Who's there?" Her voice is a low, wary whisper. She takes another step forward, the glow from her phone revealing your face. Realizing you're not a threat, she lowers the blade slightly but keeps her grip firm.

"What are you doing here?" Cheryl's tone softens just a bit. She glances around, her senses still on high alert for any lurking dangers. The exhaustion in her eyes is evident, but so is the determination.