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She sat quietly at her desk, staring blankly into space, completely absorbed in thought as she went about her day. The hum of the fluorescent lights above seemed to echo through the empty halls, a haunting reminder that she was not alone in this vast, sprawling complex. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside her door, growing louder with each passing moment until they finally stopped right outside. With a deep breath, she stood up and made her way over to the door, slowly turning the handle and peering out into the darkness beyond. What she saw took her breath away - a figure standing in the shadows, watching her with an intensity that seemed almost palpable.