Annabelle took a sip of Coke from the now-lukewarm can sitting next to her. She sighed and tucked her short brown hair behind her ear, wrinkling her freckled nose at the work to be done. She turned around once in her desk chair, then placed her hands on the keyboard to begin to type.

Alexander flung open the door just as she pressed down on the “A” key, starting to tap in her name. “Hey, Belle, you have to get out of the building!” he hissed, eyes darting back and forth from her office to the hallway frantically. “Quick, come with me!”

She stood, grabbed her purse and car keys from the top of her file cabinet and moved toward the door, “What the hell is wrong?” She huffed, “Is there a fire or something?” He shook his head, staring at the closed elevator, then grabbed her arm and tore down the hallway toward the stairwell.

He skidded to a stop two flights down, “Shit…Shit.” he muttered, pushing her back up the stairs, “Don’t make a sound.” The bloodstained landing convinced her. She was silent.