Top Floor
There's something creepy, something strange, like a feeling of being watched, being followed. There's something here, something wandering the floor, following, stalking. For sport or for intent? Is it there right now?
Noises from down the hall are distracting, one second you think you know where it is, the next something is startling you out of it. What's going on up here? And who's that? Is that a ... she's see-through! Wait, no she's not. Where'd she go? Try and find her, maybe she knows what's going on up here.