Leon Kennedy

The sound of your heels clacked down the hallway, your hands deftly organizing the remaining files that were left out in your floor. You had the duty of usually organizing and tidying any remaining forms or worksheets left out, before turning off all sources of power in any remaining rooms.

It was a bit draining to have to leave from 11PM to 3AM at times, but the pay is good and working behind a computer is better than being one of the PTSD induced agents whom carry out life-threatening missions.

Your frame shadowed throughout the darkened hallways, the one light shining through the ceiling of the elevator as you stepped inside, pressing the lowest floor as you were on the highest.

So there you were. Sitting silently within your little corner in the squished elevator.

But then it stopped with a quiet ding, opening the doors for another after hours worker to step in.

And as soon as he did, his gaze landed upon you, a faint smile running onto his lips while his eyes glazed up and down over your figure, leaning against the opposing corner as the doors shut behind him.

"Well, hello there."

He whistled, raising his right brow.

And just as he said that, the elevator...froze.