Security Measures

"You're not going to believe the deal I just scored!" exclaimed Rachel, her eyes glittering with excitement as she held up a shopping bag that looked suspiciously heavy. She and her best friend, Lizzie, were strolling through the Supreme Mall, America's number one shopping district, where the air had the scent of freshly baked cookies and the latest cologne releases. The mall's gleaming floors reflected the artificial light, creating an ambience that was both welcoming and a bit overwhelming.

John Blake, on the other hand, was about to start his first day as an intern at the mall's administrative offices. He had arrived early, eager to make a good impression. As he stepped off the elevator, the mall's grandeur was a stark contrast to the utilitarian office corridor he found himself in. The walls were adorned with framed photos of the mall's glamorous past, showcasing celebrities and political figures cutting ribbons and smiling for the cameras. The floor was lined with generic office carpeting, and the air was stale with the scent of recycled air and a hint of something else, something that smelled faintly... wrong.

John was led to his tiny cubicle, which was piled high with boxes and old furniture. "We're renovating," his supervisor, Mr. Jenkins, had explained with a dismissive wave. "You'll have to make do for now." The man had a brisk, no-nonsense attitude that made John feel like he was already behind schedule.

John rolled up his sleeves and started moving the clutter, eager to claim his space. He pushed an old table against the wall, revealing a small, irregular hole. Curiosity piqued, he peered inside and found himself looking at a cardboard box, shoved deep into the cavity. The box was dusty and slightly crumpled, as if it had been there for a while. With trembling hands, he pulled it out, setting it on the desk with a thump.

The label on the box was faded and peeling, but the words "Do Not Open" were clear enough. He paused for a moment, his heart racing. He had seen enough movies to know that finding mysterious boxes in hidden places usually led to trouble. But what if it was something important? What if it contained information that could change everything? He glanced around the empty office. The silence was eerie, broken only by the distant sound of shoppers and the occasional ding of a cash register.

He took a deep breath and opened the box, revealing its contents: a jumble of small, expensive-looking items. His eyes widened as he recognized the glint of electronics and the unmistakable shape of designer sunglasses. This was definitely not office supplies. He sifted through the pile, his mind racing with questions. What was this stuff doing here? Who had put it here, and why?

As he examined the contraband, his walkie-talkie crackled to life. "John, can you come down to the security office?" It was Mr. Jenkins' voice, sounding slightly strained. "We need you to escort someone out of the premises."

—-INTRODUCTION NOTES—-

Welcome to the Supreme Mall! Fictional characters e.g Natasha Romanoff or Cythnia from Pokemon are allowed if you want to go down that route!

Please try and add Pictures they help add to the story!

You don’t have to follow the John storyline, you can make your own branches! Just make sure it sticks to the idea of finding contraband at a mall that can hypnotise people.