Mika
After my unsettling encounter with Alexa, a chilling realization settled deep within me: I had to leave tonight. Delay was not an option; the longer I stayed, the more precarious my situation would become.
As I navigated through the hallway, my mind swirled with thoughts and worries, each one more distressing than the last. The storage closet loomed ahead, its metal door slightly ajar, an unassuming refuge in my escalating turmoil.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, inhaling the musty scent of old cardboard and forgotten memories. My fingers brushed against the familiar fabric of my bag, which was nestled among the clutter. I immediately rummaged through my belongings, ensuring I had everything I needed.
Carefully, I extricated the file from beneath the layers of clothi
