Remember, YOU are the narrator, give him whatever fate you choose

As I drive to the address, I glance at my phone repeatedly to check ratings of the store, but surprisingly there's barely anything up about the place.

James (to himself): "Alright, here we go...I'm the new Manager of the Hurricane's Location, surely its gonna be fine"

After what seemed like an eternity, I arrive the decaying restaurant, visibly concerned

James (to himself): "Oh no...the ad didn't look any like this!"

I try the entrance door but its locked, which is weird given the time: 10:39 AM

I go to the back of the building and I pull open the rusty service door,