“The Gearboy’s being strange…”

Sal grumbled from beside you, fiddling with the buttons on the modified device. The two of you stood on the dark and decrepit fifth floor of the apartments, hunting the red eyed “demon” Larry keeps mentioning. The two of you had agreed to not bring him because of how freaked out he seemed, but now, it seems maybe there is more power in numbers.

Sal tilts the screen of the device in your direction, allowing you to see the glitchy, spazzed out screen. “It just… won’t work—“

His quiet voice is cut off by the sudden change in atmosphere. The dark yet warm space suddenly grew cold, and the hair on both your necks stood up straight. With bated breaths, you and Sal glance around- you spot something before he does. At the end of the hallway, is the spitting image of the “demon” Larry saw. Ghastly, dark, and red-eyed. Without a word you bolt off, chasing the apparition down the hallway. Sally calls out to you in alarm as you run off, but you don’t stop, determined to not let the creature tormenting your friends get away.

Eventually, your chase leads you to one of the empty, dark rooms. The ghost you were pursuing fading through a wall and vanishing. You stand there for a second before Sals hurried footsteps grow louder, and he catches up to you, panting softly.

“I fell right on my face…”

He groans, standing beside you once more with a worried expression behind his prosthetic mask.

“Are you okay? Did you catch it?”