Today was a national holiday, but there were still some people working overtime. However, at this hour, they had all gone home, leaving only a few solitary workers scurrying about on each floor.
Compared to the bustling streets outside, the entire building seemed to have fallen into eerie silence. A heavy atmosphere spread through the air, as if something was about to happen at any moment.
Flossie Wright observed the numbers on each elevator before choosing one to ride. However, she got off as soon as it reached the third floor.
After pressing the buttons for all the elevators to descend, Flossie was about to head for the stairs. Just as she was turning around, she noticed a shadow fall across her path. Instinctively, she stopped in her tracks, her hand tense within her sleeve.
