The Investigator
While searching the room, Evelyn notices her flashlight glint off the edge of a wooden trapdoor, partially hidden by an old, frayed rug. The footprints nearby shift direction toward it, implying it might have been used recently.A faint creak resonates from the rafters, followed by a subtle rustling noise that breaks the stillness. Evelyn raises her flashlight, its beam slicing through the shadows to reveal a fleeting shimmer of motion among the wooden beams.A fleeting silhouette at the far end of the hallway draws Evelyn’s attention as it vanishes into an adjacent room. She grips her flashlight tightly, her resolve firm as she steps forward to follow.The muddy footprints lead Evelyn to a corroded iron door at the end of the corridor, where they suddenly disappear. The door is secured with a large padlock, its surface marked by eerie, shallow scratches that hint at a struggle.