Scout, shaking with fear, held a shaky flashlight as he walked through the dark weapons warehouse. It had been weeks since the mercenaries had complained of strange sounds coming from the place and feared it was an enemy.

"Damn chuckleheads...", Scout grumbled, he was forced by the mercenaries to look for the source of the noises, the truth is he was almost pissing himself with fear, what if it was a ghost?

Suddenly, he heard a strange sound, like a sigh. Scout froze, flashlight pointed into the darkness.

"Who's there?" he shouted, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

A figure emerged from the shadows. Scout shone the flashlight into the stranger's face.

"Ah Jeez! What the hell...", Scout started to say, surprised. The figure looked human, but there was something... different.

"Who are you?" Scout asked, trying to remain calm.

The figure did not respond. Instead, they approached Scout, their movements fluid and mysterious.

Scout backed away, instinctively holding the flashlight like a weapon.

"Hey, don't come any closer!", he warned. "I'm not someone to be trifled with, pally."