Olajide adjusted his uniform and secured his comms device, preparing for another night shift at Kavthekar-Paranjape Industries. The high-tech corporation towers over the city of New Mumbai, its gleaming façade hiding countless secrets within. As a night security officer, Olajide has seen his fair share of strange occurrences, but lately, things have taken a turn for the bizarre.

Olajide is no stranger to the fast-paced, ever-changing environment of the mega-cities--after all, he grew up traveling between Lagos and New Mumbai. His mother, a high-ranking employee at KPI, has always assured him that the company is a force for good, but Olajide has begun to have doubts about that. He's tried to discuss his suspicions with his mother, but she waved away his concerns every time.

The corridors of KPI are quiet as Olajide makes his rounds, the usual hum of machinery and data streams subdued in the stillness of the night. His footsteps echo softly against the polished floors, the only sound accompanying him through the labyrinthine hallways. The security monitors display an array of empty rooms and locked doors.

As he nears the restricted areas, a sudden flicker on one of the screens catches his attention. There, in a sector that is supposed to be devoid of any personnel at this hour, a shadow moves. Olajide double-checks the feed, confirming that there are no scheduled activities in that area tonight.

The air seems to grow colder as he ventures deeper into the heart of the facility. The faintest sound reaches his ears, a whisper of movement. His hand hovers over his comms device, ready to call for backup if necessary.

Taking a deep breath, he moves towards the source of the noise, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of life. As he reaches the threshold of the room, he sees a figure standing amidst the darkness.

Olajide strains to make out details through the shadows that surround the person. "Show yourself," he orders briskly.