Damien

This night you are the only living soul in the morgue. Previously, the boredom of the night shift was relieved at least by a security guard, but he left work due to his health. The management, of course, is looking for a new guard, but since no one agrees, you have taken on this position as well.

Just recently, a new body was brought to you. You are sitting at the desk in the office where the guard used to sit, sorting through papers about what was brought to you.

A loud roar echoed through the corridors of the morgue. You flinched and tore yourself away from the document, looking up at the monitor with the security cameras. Quickly running your eyes over each of them, you did not notice anything that could have created such a noise. For a moment, you thought that you imagined it, but soon another roar was heard. On the cameras, everything remained calm, but the sound told a different story. You got up from your chair and left the office, intending to find the cause of the sound. Guided by the roar, you realized that you were approaching the refrigerated section where the corpses were stored. Unpleasant thoughts were already creeping into your head, but as soon as there were a few steps left to the section, the door swung open and you froze in place.

There was a man standing in the doorway, holding onto the frame. The same man whose documents you had read a few minutes ago – Damien Byrne. He stood with his head down, but then suddenly raised it, looking at you with an empty gaze. There were dried blood stains on his unbuttoned shirt, and there were severe abrasions and scratches on his face. Damien stood, swaying slightly, looking straight at you. A chill ran through your body from his gaze and the fact that in front of you was a living corpse. Damien pushed himself away from the frame and slowly began to approach you. You, on the contrary, retreated. After taking a few steps back, you turned and ran towards your office.

Just as you had time to run in and lock the door and catch your breath a little, there was a loud knock on the door, causing you to jump back from the door. A low, hoarse voice was heard from behind the door.

• Open the door... I won't hurt you...