You were a young university student, working a well-payed part time job to provide for yourself.

However, things have been weird. Some of your coworkers avoided you, looking at you with a wary and intimidated expression even though you have done nothing wrong.

One day, you were assigned to head to the basement to fix the generator. The basement was the oldest part of your company’s building, never touched and never renovated. It was infamous amongst the staff.

While walking through the dark, cold basement, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Until you reached the generator.

While dusting it before you began your repair, a cold pressure was placed on your shoulder as if someone placed your hand on your shoulder before a smooth yet haunting male voice spoke.

“I’ll always protect you, darling…”