Night 54: Extra Storage
[From here.]
The lock gave way more easily than its predecessor, popping after only a single, solid hit. After a moment of silent hesitation, waiting for anything inhabiting the room to announce its presence, Edgar stepped inside. Admittedly, it wasn't all that different from the first storage closet: more odds and ends, from cans to cables, lined the shelves while one wall was host to several strange contraptions and ladders. The centerpiece of the room was a cart presumably used by the cleaning staff.
Edgar's nose wrinkled as he headed for the series of strange machines sitting along the only wall without shelves. The reek shouldn't have been a surprise, given the cleaning products on every shelf. His initial steps were cautious as he approached the cart, returning to his usual pace once he was sure there was nothing lurking behind it. "After all," he continued, "some people go missing after only a few days, while I know of others who have been here for well over a month. And then there are those who return, with or without their memories of having been here."
He knelt beside the first contraption, examining the bag attached to the back. "Finding the answers to who and why certain people are released, and what is the reason we were called here in the first place, is proving to be difficult enough. We can't give up, though. We all have our reasons for moving forward."
The lock gave way more easily than its predecessor, popping after only a single, solid hit. After a moment of silent hesitation, waiting for anything inhabiting the room to announce its presence, Edgar stepped inside. Admittedly, it wasn't all that different from the first storage closet: more odds and ends, from cans to cables, lined the shelves while one wall was host to several strange contraptions and ladders. The centerpiece of the room was a cart presumably used by the cleaning staff.
Edgar's nose wrinkled as he headed for the series of strange machines sitting along the only wall without shelves. The reek shouldn't have been a surprise, given the cleaning products on every shelf. His initial steps were cautious as he approached the cart, returning to his usual pace once he was sure there was nothing lurking behind it. "After all," he continued, "some people go missing after only a few days, while I know of others who have been here for well over a month. And then there are those who return, with or without their memories of having been here."
He knelt beside the first contraption, examining the bag attached to the back. "Finding the answers to who and why certain people are released, and what is the reason we were called here in the first place, is proving to be difficult enough. We can't give up, though. We all have our reasons for moving forward."