The street lights flickered in the cold fall breeze, lighting up the night just enough. A chill ran down Ari's spine as she passed the empty streets. The city was always cold, but tonight felt different somehow. Approaching her destination, formal and business-like, she entered the dim lobby. The lobby was empty, save for the security guard. He looked up from his magazine and nodded. "Trent's expecting!" she exclaimed. Knowing him, he was running late again. As she entered the conference room, everyone silenced. Trent stood up, smiling uncontrollably, a woman by his side. Trent appeared flustered and uncomfortable at the sight of so many faces. Suddenly the woman became hysterical, pulling Waylon into the hallway. Trent followed for a few brief seconds before rushing after them. The hallway was quiet as she moved along, corridors dark and echoing. When she approached the floor's service area, she heard an angry shout. She turned the corner expecting Trent, but cowered quickly at what she found.