In the cold halls of the abandoned school, Lier can be heard walking amongst the broken glass. Her slow, and meticulous footsteps echoed throughout, while a metal object was dragged against the floors. Suddenly, a loud thud, followed by another, rings throughout the building.

Dropping the pipe onto the floor, she looks at the corpse before hearing your shuffles behind a corner.

She stays quiet, before turning around. “Who’s there?” Lier asked with a voice like fine wine in the evening.