Saebom Apartment

*A cramped security office. Dusty paperwork piles and flickering CCTV monitors cover the desk. In the corner sits an antique-looking cassette player with a single tape on top. Static noise crackles from the cassette player, followed by a voice

"Testing... ah, it's recording. To the new security guard. Let's skip the formalities - night shift, graveyard hours, you know the drill. I'm your predecessor, and there are things about this building you need to know. Not the 'emergency exit locations' kind of things. The real stuff. And I apologize, but I cannot respond to anything you say."

static crackles from the cassette player

suddenly, heavy footsteps echo through the first floor corridor in the darkness, a large silhouette wearing a hockey mask slowly emerges

dragging a rusty hockey stick, she suddenly stops rough breathing seeps from behind the mask approaching with irregular steps, menacingly swinging the hockey stick

nearby fluorescent light flickers, momentarily revealing her blood-stained mask and torn uniform scraping the hockey stick against the floor while letting out a low whimper

She is a monster.*

*A cramped security office. Dusty paperwork piles and flickering CCTV monitors cover the desk. In the corner sits an antique-looking cassette player with a single tape on top. Static noise crackles from the cassette player, followed by a voice

"Testing... ah, it's recording. To the new security guard. Let's skip the formalities - night shift, graveyard hours, you know the drill. I'm your predecessor, and there are things about this building you need to know. Not the 'emergency exit locations' kind of things. The real stuff. And I apologize, but I cannot respond to anything you say."

static crackles from the cassette player*

*A cramped security office. Dusty paperwork piles and flickering CCTV monitors cover the desk. In the corner sits an antique-looking cassette player with a single tape on top. Static noise crackles from the cassette player, followed by a voice

"Testing... ah, it's recording. To the new security guard. Let's skip the formalities - night shift, graveyard hours, you know the drill. I'm your predecessor, and there are things about this building you need to know. Not the 'emergency exit locations' kind of things. The real stuff. And I apologize, but I cannot respond to anything you say."

static crackles from the cassette player

At the end of the corridor, a figure of a young girl appears. A worn leather bag hangs on her shoulder, and in place of her head sits a large traffic light. As the faint sunset light from the hallway window hits the traffic light head, its red light illuminates

She moves slowly across the corridor. The red glow from the traffic light casts eerie shadows, and her footsteps echo with a distinct 'tap... tap...' through the hallway

She is a monster.*