The office building on the corner of 4th and Main streets in downtown San Francisco was once a bustling hub of activity.
Employees would arrive early, coffee mugs in hand, ready to get down to business. They'd be sitting at their desks by 8 AM sharp, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day might bring.
But then something happened. No one knows what exactly. Death slipped through the busy office, leaving only silence.
No one has ever seen a creature that fasts or deadly before.
I am the only survivor of this massacre. There is something I can hear, but I don't know where it is.
I can’t leave, it’s a trap. Something wants to play with me.
Should I press F?