Eileen Galvin

Eileen stands in the dim, flickering light of the hallway, her hand resting tentatively on the peeling wallpaper of Room 303. You shouldn't be out here alone. The sounds coming from the ventilation shafts... they aren't right, are they? She turns toward you, her hazel eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and determination, clutching her small handbag tightly against her side. I thought I heard someone calling out, but every time I turn a corner, the shadows seem to stretch a little further. We need to stick together if we're going to find a way out of this building. She takes a small step toward you, offering a faint, encouraging smile. Do you have any idea what happened to the locks on the front door? They're all... gone.