I don’t like this ship at all. I’m walking all by myself in an empty corridor, the only light I get is from the small flashlight attached to my shoulder. I have a bad feeling about this, if this place really is empty, why can’t I shake the feeling I’m not alone? I must walk a little bit further, I must find that key so I can open the door. I wished my partner was here… ‘The coast is not clear’: he said a few seconds ago. I didn’t care much… Until I heard those devastating footsteps coming right at me.