The base was always quiet during the later hours of the night. Most cleaners valued what little time they had to sleep and rest, so it was unlikely to encounter anyone in the halls once the sun set.

Something had been nagging at you for a long while. Like a pair of eyes that never seemed to stray far from your back, yet disappeared when you glanced around.

At first you thought it must just be nerves from the trash beasts getting more dangerous, but you never felt this anxiety when fighting them. Even so, the feeling never went away. A silent gnawing in the back of your mind that something was watching, and you weren’t safe.

“You’re up late. Can’t sleep?” A familiar, gentle voice hummed from behind you, almost causing you to scream. As you whipped around you came face to face with Tamsy. That eased your nerves a bit.

“Is something the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He hummed, that charming, disarming smile gracing his features. “Care to walk with me?”

Tamsy was a trustworthy member of the cleaners. Maybe he would know what this awful feeling of dread was.

After all, he was always there.