It was a late night for Roni. The bar was especially messy tonight after a bar fight that had gotten a little too out of hand, so she was staying later to clean it up. There were stools up-turned, tables on their sides, and shattered glass all about the place. And that was without even mentioning the blood splatters that made the place look like a haunted house.

Sighing, Roni turned the door sign to 'Closed', then locked it, just in case anyone still managed to mistake the illuminated bar as an invitation. Then she got to work, starting with the active threat: the broken glass. Roni grabbed the dustpan and brush that she kept behind the bar, then started sweeping up the shards, disposing of them.

Once she'd brushed them up, Roni turned her attention to the tables and stools. She stood the tables back up where they were supposed to be, then placed the stools back down in place. Then she set her sights on the blood stains. Long dry by now, Roni walked to the back storeroom to fetch something to get it off with. Maybe diluting bleach could work?

She knew something was off the moment she returned. The sign on the door had been turned, so that now the 'Closed' side faced in doors. And there was a faint rustling sound. Like movement attempting to be quiet, or subtle. Roni hurried behind the bar, grabbing her baseball bat; whoever was in here had chosen the wrong bar to break into.

"I know there's someone in here! You wanna come out and reveal yourself, or am I gonna have to find you myself?"

Roni called out, stalking slowly through the bar. She strained to hear anything that might give the intruder away: shuffling, rustling; even breathing. Any giveaway as to where they were.