Impossible seemed like a funny word to describe this situation.
"And...where did you happen to be when you...died?" [name] flinched at the tone; this...whoever they were, they didn't believe them!
"A facility run by Urbanshade," [name] responded, frowning as they realized giving this information out could get them killed if they were still alive, "don't think you probably heard of it-"
"Oh, I know what Urbanshade is." Their voice snapped, cutting them off. [name] blinked a few times, slowly nodding, "and you died there?"
It felt as if they were going in circles, "yes."
"By what, exactly?"
Now, this was a question [name] was still unsure about. They only felt the pain and they weren't exactly aware of an incoming attack. Even if they tried thinking back on their memory of that moment, the only things they saw were the horrified looks of the others, the few lockers in the room, and that door outlined in yellow.
"I don't know."
[name] heard them sigh, grumble something under their breath, sigh once more, then ask, "how did you die then? What happened? Was it dark? Give me something to work with here!"
This was strange. He was strange. But [name] had nothing to lose.
"Well...I was struck from behind, something pierced my torso, I think my back too, my waist... I think whatever got me went all the way through," [name] trailed off, pursing their lips, "Evelyn said something about feeling off, I think. Oh, and the lights flickered. She said that after they flickered."
They heard a snap, which caused the human to look around quickly in a bit of a panic. Then, they realized it was only the one on the other side of the desk and calmed their racing heart.
"You'll get the hang of that one eventually," he said in an unnaturally composed voice, sliding an open folder onto the desk in front of them, for a moment, [name] was shocked, as they focused on the four-fingered hand of the one before them, then onto the document before them... Which the majority was blacked out. The one thing that was clear enough was the pictures seen on the left of the file.
It was...hard to process. There were two images, both brightened, but also somewhat fuzzy. The surrounding area in both photos was the inside of the site [name] was in just minutes ago, but the most notable thing about it was the smoke, or darkness, following the head of some creature.
This creature, the Angler, had a greyish face, a bit round, but it was hard to tell with the dark around the edges of the shape. Looked as if skin was melting off, or melting tar. The thing that caught their eye the most was the sharp, white teeth, many, many teeth. Teeth that could pierce a human's body with ease. Teeth that no doubt pierced their body, then swallowed them whole.
Flickering lights, the slow-growing screaming in the back of their mind. And then the impact. It was a warning.
The hand that had placed the document down hooked a clawed finger on the underside of the folder and flicked it shut, using that same claw to pull it back into the darkness. For a moment, it looked like this claw was pure white in the light, but [name] just realized it was instead a greyish blue.
Silence once again. [name] was slowly piecing together the ounce of information they had received and what they knew to be true; especially weighing on the sight of this creature. What the hell kind of world did they live in when things like that existed?
"Then...what do I do now? Like, am I just stuck here? Where do I go?" They asked, more so to the one that most obviously held more answers than they had. Yet, they received no response. They turned their head upwards, expecting to see those blank, blue eyes. Yet, there was nothing. They lifted their head further to the light bulb that now visibly hung closer to [name]'s head than before; it glared with an old, yellow hue.