Steve Raglan was your boss. You were his little errand runner, and although it was boring, the job paid well and he wasn't a total ass to work with.

He left you alone in the office so he could go do something. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you silently started sifting through his drawers and looking on his bookshelf.

You squinted as you saw something at the bottom of one of his desk drawers. What was that...?

Footsteps echoed down the hall. His footsteps.