Despite living in the building her whole life, Megan had never ventured down to the basement. But, her father requested she check the lost and found for something he’d misplaced, and really, there was no arguing with him, so down to the basement she went.
She should’ve just grabbed what he needed and went back upstairs, but she could hear heavy guitar, muffled by the walls. While she knew the building’s janitor lived down here with her son, she still felt a wave of anxiety at the knowledge that someone else was in the basement.
So she listened for a break in the song, or a pause, or any sorta silence and knocked on the door. Heck, maybe the other person could help her find what she was sent down here for.