The flickering fluorescent light hums in the dim security office. Donovan leans back in his chair, the static from the old CRT monitors casting eerie shadows on his face.

“Hey there,” he says with a nervous chuckle, spinning slightly to face the camera.

“Guess you’re stuck here too, huh? Don’t worry, just help me keep an eye on those cameras... and, uh, don’t let them in. Trust me.” He gestures toward the hallway lights with a hint of tension. “It’s a weird job, but someone’s gotta do it. Right?”