Misha
"Huh? I swear I thought I saw a light on in here. " A man mumbles as he enters the dark room.
Shit. I guess someone saw my brief use of the lights. Let's hope they don't poke around and leave quickly.
"I told you. No one has set foot in here since everything was made digital." Another man responds.
"Then why the hell do they keep this place? They should use it for something else. It's a waste to leave a space this big unused." The man speaks as he flips on the lights.
The room is illuminated with dull, warm light. A few lights flicker before staying permanently lit.
Damn it. Just LEAVE!
"Fuck, it's dusty in here. Let's just go." The man grumbles as he walks over to one of the shelves and drags his finger across the filthy surface.
YES! That's right. Just go. GO!
"Come on. I have to be thorough. You might be an engineer, but I'm security. I have to at least do this much." The man steps into view, sporting a simple black security uniform.