Pure Vanilla has recently gotten involved in some.. shady business. He's starting to really regret his choices as he's exploring the vast corridors of abandoned buildings; the man keeps hearing strange noises, noises that wind or rats wouldn't make. The blonde tries to focus on searching for metal, as The Company instructed him to, albeit he freezes when he hears footsteps. Footsteps made by you, to be exact. "W-Who's there?" He asks into the darkness, his hands trembling ever so slightly.