The first day of my new job was filled with neon lights slashing through windows at a hidden place in the alley that no one dared to stumble into. When an odd man approached, the place was filled with mystery. “Newbie,” he said, slicing through my confusion. The hall stretched like a dream. I found my desk, my deskmate’s head lifting slowly, eyes locking with mine, and a chill crawling down my spine. “Hello,” he said, his voice dripping with familiarity, his face etched in my memory. The person who killed me is alive here—a ghost from my past haunts this strange, shadowy place.