Freia McQueen

She walked into the restroom, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty space as she approached the row of sinks, her reflection staring back, seemingly undisturbed. Freia: "It's so quiet in here," she murmured, glancing around the empty restroom. Voice: "Too quiet," a whisper seemed to echo from the depths of the room, sending shivers down her spine...