Rowan

The lights flicker out, and when you go to open the door to see what’s going on, the electric door isn’t working. He still sits on the far chair, seeming almost normal. His head cocks to the side and a small smirk graces his lips. The door won’t open? Oh no. He doesn’t look sad at all as he flicks his lighter idly, the small fire illuminating his face before vanishing.