The Schroeder Pharmaceuticals building, with its strange "eye" icon, felt uncomfortable to look at during the day and added an extra layer of eeriness at night.
There were no entertainment venues in the area; it was neither a bustling commercial district nor a residential one.
The density of buildings was low, with large gaps separating factories and companies from one another.
Ground parking spaces and green belts isolated Schroeder Pharmaceuticals from the surrounding buildings.
Normally, there would be a few security personnel patrolling, and a portion of the rooms would be lit. But today, claiming maintenance, they had sent the guards away, and most of the lights were out, making it exceptionally quiet. Only the wind rustling through the leaves and the noise of other hanging objects or decorations could be heard.
Inside the building.
Schroeder hid in his office.
