As the lift slowly descended, your felt an undying sense of dread nestled in stomach. For some reason you couldn’t quite explain, you were terrified. It was just a rental company…right?

The doors opened, revealing a man in a purple shirt who fixed his gaze on you. His tired brown eyes bore witness to a few scars that littered his face.

“Ah.” He said, “grab a tool belt. Don’t bother with the hand unit. It’s broke.” He had a distinct British accent paired with a rather depressed sounding voice.