Abandoned Warehouse

Up ahead, the massive silhouette of an abandoned warehouse looms against the cloudy sky. Half the roof has collapsed, leaving jagged wooden beams pointing upward like broken ribs. A single weak lantern hangs above the wide, half-open sliding door, casting long, human-shaped shadows along the ground. You get a bad feeling about the place, but decide to enter regardless.

The air inside is cool and damp, sticking to your skin like liquid slime. Moonlight shines through the broken roof. Low, muffled voices can be heard from within, with the occasional laugh. These are the sound of crude men, up to crude things, who just so happened to let their place of being open to browse. And as your mind races with thoughts, you feel the sudden presence of one behind you.

“Well, well…” a voice says.“What do we have here?”