The next morning, Nathan started his shift as usual, but a strange, off feeling lingered with him. As he walked into the break room, his senior attendant called him over with a deadly serious expression on his face. “Nathan, I need to talk to you right away,” the attendant said, his tone urgent and grave. “Several bundles of PPE kits and multiple bottles of formaldehyde have gone missing from the morgue storage.”
Nathan blinked, completely caught off guard by the news. “Missing? What do you mean they’re missing?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice steady and calm. The attendant’s frown deepened significantly.
“They’ve vanished without a trace. You’ve been on morgue duty every night this past week, so I need to know if you’ve noticed anything unusual at all.”
