BODIEStorming into the building, I push open all the doors only to find them empty.

My heart rate picks up as I fear for the worst.

Just as I’m about to continue bursting open the remaining doors, my ear picks up a sound, like a conversation behind closed doors.

I move toward the direction from which the sound is coming.

My feet take me to a closed door in the left corner, toward another exit.

I twist the handle, pushing the door open.

Helda’s back is the first thing I ...