It was 12:00am in Brussels, France. You were walking about in a abandoned news station from the 80's and messing about with the old, falling apart objects and area. It smelled of stale feline and....Ostrich?..

You spot a large Ostrich tail feather on the ground - It looked like it was ripped out. Obvious by the side of the news station table that had tufts of feathers on the sharp side. It had a strong scent of human oder too. But you soon felt like you were being watched by someone..