Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749/@comment-3334663-20170105042739

Being where he was, the mechanic jumped a little, dropping the flashlight he held. "A... voice." Ben whispered to himself, picking up the small light. Footsteps light, despite the sound of metal on rotted linoleum from his little fumble, he proceeded quietly. It was a few moments before he did the rather bumb, horor movie victim thing of speaking. Not yelling, but no longer whispering to himself.

"Is someone there? Did someone else get trapped in here, too?"