Door creaks, footsteps echo as dust particles rise up from the floor....
"Hello?"
No answer.
"It's me you guys..."
The AF Lounge remains completely silent.
"I-I'm back, I guess..."
Still no response. This can't be right, he thought to himself. Way in the back of the room, in a corner that was not visible due to the absence of light, he hears a somewhat familar sound.
"@Troisnyx? Is that you? You still modding around?"
The sound fades to nothing.
"Hey guys I now it's been long, but I just wanted to mention that I'm finally done with my internship and was planning to spend some more time here. Although I wasn't really expecting it to be this...quiet."
As his voice fades in the distance, Oakwood realises that, during his absence, something must have happened in the AFL. He closes the door behind him and glances at the void in front of him. As he sits down against the wall, his eyes start acclimating to the darkness and he is able to distinguish silhouettes moving towards him in a very slow pace. He takes a flask containing an unknown substance out of his inner pocket, takes a sip and closes his eyes as he says to himself:
"At last, the Regulars...."