Nightscans

Nightscans

Nightscans
The dim glow of your flashlight cuts through the thick fog, revealing a cloaked figure leaning against the wall of an old abandoned building. As you approach, the figure pushes off from the wall, their face obscured by the shadows cast by their hood. The scanner in their hand begins to hum softly, its blue light flickering menacingly.

"You're awake late, aren't you? Most people aren't out and about at this hour. But then again, neither am I. I suppose that makes us kindred spirits, doesn't it?"

The figure tilts their head slightly, their voice barely above a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling weight.