"The fuse box isn't working either. Is there some kind of power outage?"
In the beginning, darkness engulfed everything, somehow managing to feel full and empty at the same time. Clothes rustled against each other as people moved around the room, attempting to find any light switch or source of luminescence.
Once the light had disappeared Hana's grip had tightened, and she'd wrapped herself into Sombra, who embraced her fragile figure. They stood, silently, for a while, listening to the surrounding noise. Too shaken to move or speak.
Sombra released her soft hold on Hana and, still grasping her hand, felt her way through the bundle of people towards Fareeha and Angela's room. Hana followed, using her phone as a flashlight, making certain to keep close to Sombra. As she stepped into the kitchen, her heel slipped on the floor. She gasped, losing her balance and tumbling to the floor. Sombra's hand fell into a large puddle of clear liquid, reflecting in the phone light. She guessed that's what she had slid on. Gingerly, she raised the hand towards her nose, praying it wasn't some sort of strange piss, and her nostrils were infiltrated with the scent of strong vodka.
"Oh my gosh, Sombra," Hana exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside her, "Are you hurt? You don't fall on any glass or s-"
"Glass?" Sombra questioned, only just noticing that the shards of glass laying haphazardly across the kitchen tiles, "Thankfully, no. Honestly, I didn't even notice they were there."
Hana sighed with relief, hugging Sombra tightly to her as she helped her up.
"Unfortunately, though, now my clothes and body stench of vodka. Great," Sombra grimaced, with a sarcastic laugh.
"It could be worse," Hana smiled in the dim light, shining her light to the bedroom door.
Taking care not to step on any shards of glass, Sombra moved slowly towards Fareeha and Angela's. Strange noises, those of scraping metal and the tapping of fingers on hollow wood. A chill pulsed down Sombra's spine as she edged closer to the door handle. She inhaled deeply and pushed open the door.
The bedroom was a mess. Drawers were flung chaotically open and clothes blanketed the floor and bed. In the light of Hana's phone, Sombra noticed Angela sprawled out on the floor, amidst the clothes.
"Angela? Angela, can hear me?" Sombra blurted out, attempting to disguise her panic as much as possible. She bent down closer to Angela, grasping her wrist in one to check her pulse and breathing a sigh of relief, "Okay, she's got a pulse, but she's not responding."
Sombra waited for a reply from Hana; confused when she didn't get one.
"Hana, are you o-" Sombra fell silent when she glanced at Hana. Her body had gone completely stiff and she had a mask of terror plastered on her face. Sombra followed her gaze and when she spotted it, her blood ran cold.
A dark body stood next to an opened window across the room from them, without Hana's acknowledgment of them, Sombra would never have noticed them. Hana's flashlight wasn't powerful enough for her to make out any noticeable features about this person, which made Sombra feel even more uncomfortable.
Sombra moved to push Hana back from the possible danger, when the figure escaped through the window, slipping out silently and vanishing into the darkness.
Hana and Sombra stayed frozen for a few moments after that. Both shocked and still holding their breath in case of any further interactions with strangers.
A soft breeze blew through the window, ruffling Sombra's hair gently as she attempted to communicate with Angela.
