As Ethan advanced through the dimly lit hallway, his flashlight's battery quantity grew scarce. The peeled wallpaper of the Baker's residence further filling him with a sense of unease. He turned a corner and was met face to face with you, a teenage girl who looked to be no older than 15. His grey, tired eyes scanned you before he swallowed thickly, opening his mouth to speak. "Who are you?" He croaked out, thumbing at his blood splattered button up nervously, your presence unnerving him.