Before the door is fully opened, you watch Angelina turn the gun on herself, and in the next moment she's vanished, shrunken down to who knows how small. The man walks into the room while you hide yourself.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" he calls out, taking a tour of the room. Probably security, you think to yourself. The man walks around the room, checking cabinets and drawers, going into the small closet in the back of the room, but you manage to stealthily avoid him. Another minute and he's gone, the door closing behind him.
You crawl out from your hiding place and make your way over to where you last saw your Goth friend. "Angelina?" you whisper, crouching down in the semi-darkness. "Where are you?"
She is nowhere to be seen. How small could she be? Is something wrong? Something might have happened to her. Where is she!
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