The sun's gradual descent below the horizon leaves you on edge, anticipating the onset of night within the deserted establishment. In the midst of your contemplation, a voice shatters the silence, pulling you back to the present.

"Hey," Mike utters, his weary tone hinting at exhaustion. "You’re the new nightguard, right?”

He hesitates, his words taking on a monotonous and unenthusiastic quality, yet he maintains a strained smile, attempting to convey that everything is under control.