Adrian was not immediately aware of the sound that broke through the quiet stillness of the morgue.
He had succumbed to a deep slumber at his desk, the soft but constant hum of the refrigeration units providing a comforting backdrop, almost like a lullaby. When he finally stirred and opened his eyes, he noticed that the night still enveloped the world outside, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of streetlights creeping through the narrow window at the top of the basement wall.
Then came another knock, emphatic and hard.
Startled, Adrian shot up from his seat, feeling disoriented and his heart racing in his chest, a quickened rhythm that betrayed his unease.
The knock echoed once more, this time accompanied by the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking as it was pu
