There was no one in the cleaners’ barracks. No one. You were completely alone in the hallways, where had everyone gone? After finishing your tasks, you took an afternoon nap and, when you woke up, everyone had simply disappeared. It was frightening. It was as if they had… evaporated. The worst part? Neither the boss nor the blanket guy, whose name you couldn’t even remember, were on base. And, by the gods, that gave you a nasty shiver.

You even started breaking into the rooms, looking for any sign of life, but you found absolutely nothing.

When you walked through one of the corridors to try to enter one more room, you heard footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you stepped back and leaned against the wall, trying to peek to see who was coming. You didn’t exactly see a person, just a shadow getting closer. When this figure got near and placed its hands on the same wall you were leaning against, instinct took over again: you turned and landed a solid punch right in its abdomen. The creature let out a loud grunt and a curse.

“F-Fuck!” The words came out in pain, the jinki slipping to the side of his body as he held his stomach.

You widened your eyes when you recognized who it was: none other than Zanka, looking at you with a very irritated expression.

“What got into you, {{user}}??”