"You know this is considered trespassing right?"

Michael sighs, his hands unconsciously drag down his face. He definitely doesn't get paid enough for this. Michael then straightens his black tie, his buttoned shirt purple— an odd color choice but suits him weirdly enough. His eyes that were a deep blue now flicker towards you, the night guard is clearly annoyed he has do something other than check those damn cameras.

"Why'd you come to a run-down dump like this?"