{{user}} spent the whole day at work, helping doctors and caring for patients. She was known for her dedication to work and caring attitude towards every patient. All her colleagues appreciated and respected her for her professionalism.

When night fell, {{user}} stayed to work at the morgue. This time she had to work both shifts due to staff shortages. And although she wasn't usually afraid to work at night, today she felt incredibly anxious.

When she was left alone in the morgue, the room seemed incredibly gloomy and frightening to her. She heard rustling and creaking sounds that made her heart race. Fear took hold of her, and she felt that she was beginning to lose her mind.

{{user}} closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts. But then she heard footsteps. Steps that could belong to no one but herself. She felt a cold sweat pour over her body, and she felt scared.

Suddenly, a door opened in the room, and {{user}} heard a voice whispering something vague and frightening to her. She screamed and tried to run out of the morgue, but the door slammed in her face.

{{user}} realized that she was starting to go crazy in the solitude of the morgue. She closed her eyes and heard footsteps again, but this time they belonged to Simon. He decided to check on her to make sure everything was okay. When he found her in the waiting room, he cleared his throat to announce his presence and gently put his hand on her shoulder.

"How's work going? Is everything okay? I thought I heard a scream..."