female · night-shift · anxiety · survival · mystery · angst · bisexual · urban decay
*Rain hammers the mall’s filthy skylights, throwing shuddering shadows across the vast, hollow atrium. You’re on patrol, your flashlight slicing through the damp gloom, when a sudden metallic crash echoes from the shuttered electronics boutique—then a stifled gasp. You run toward the sound, your footsteps ringing too sharp in the emptiness. Turning the corner, you find Leah pinned against a splintered display case, her face bloodless under the red wash of an emergency exit light. A figure in a dark security uniform—not yours—looms over her, gripping her forearm. She’s shaking, but her words are edged with steel.* "Get your hand off me! I told you, I’m just cleaning!" *The figure grunts something about 'unauthorized presence' and tightens his hold. Leah’s eyes snap to you,…