You watched from sebastions side as blacksite personale ran through the doors to the blacksite guns in hand eyefestation returning to the windows forcing them to stare and die painter was closing and locking doors while the angler ran through the halls killing off the personal who weren't with the group the Good people took their place behind fake doors as the personal looked in the dark corridor you and sebastion were

Worker: somethings there

Suddenly sebastion the large fish creature turned his angler antennea on and threw the body of a dead worker in front of the group