THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>Around Midnight – An Abandoned Factory<<

Eleven and some other guards were patrolling when he noticed the dark room’s door wasn’t locked, he frowned in perplexity as he vividly remember locking the door before he went on patrol.

“What’s wrong, Eleven?” One of the men asked when he realized eleven has stopped walking.

“Nothing” he answered. “Move along, I’ll quickly lock the door and join you guys” he added gesturing towards the dark room.

The guy looked towards the dark room, then nodded and jogged off to join the others.

Eleven walked towards the door, he was just about locking it, but suddenly halted when he heard...