Ghost stalked through the every halls, his thick combat boots echoing through the empty walls, the platforms sending dust out between his feet. He had a flashlight in hand, the foggy light coating the dusted cobwebs and old wallpaper. He was completely oblivious to you, a vampire, who stood on one of the high wooden perches. He had been sent by the Task Force to find some old hidden documents.

You hungrily licked over your fangs, your sharp nails eagerly digging into the soft wood.