I clutched a clipboard against my chest. My flats tapped against the patches of concrete. My heart beat quickly.

    The door was open. The vault door was open. That shouldn’t even be possible. No one knew what was back here, except for President Winston, a fellow intern, and I.

    I came to the doorway, and called out weakly, “Hello? Anyone here?”

    A shoe from within the shelves squeaked on the floor, and a brown flash occured from between two shelves. I walked closer, following.

    “Come out” I called.

    Turning a corner, I saw a girl no older than 15 with brown hair tied back in a French braid and wide eyes standing in the middle of the aisle. Her nicer clothes and her hair had twigs stuck in them, and a nice-sized cut stretched along one cheek. The rest of her face, bare arms, and legs were covered with scratches.

    I put on the most menacing face I could. “What are you doing here?”

    The girl looked down, a blush forming on her cheeks. “I got locked out. Fell into a bush. Someone let me back in, and I got lost.”

    I believed her, against my better judgement. “Why are you in AGO?”

    “My mom works here.”

    I thought for a second. “Mina Worthington?”

    The girl nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

    I almost snorted at that. “Okay. Just go back down the hallway, there, and at first opportunity turn right. It will take you to your mother’s office and a restroom, so you can clean up. And don’t ever speak of this again.”

    The girl blushed and hurried away. I went back to my job, checking how much meat the vault contained and writing it all down.

A.N.

New character! That leaves one more...

He won't come until Day Four.

Expect a lot of updates and editing. I got a new laptop, so it'll be easier to type more

Read on, lovelies.

-Cal