NIGHTSHIFT 34: UPSTAIRS STAFF KITCHEN
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After the moonlight of the patio, the room Melissa stepped into was dark enough that even she had to wait a few moments to let her eyes adjust. She didn't dare take a further step in until she could tell easily that the room was, indeed, the kitchen it was supposed to be, with no hidden dangers beyond perhaps a stove still being hot.
The first thing she noticed was that it was incredibly spotless. Even her own kitchen, cleaned almost too frequently, wasn't as spotless as this. It didn't exactly do much to make Melissa feel more comfortable. The second thing she noticed, and the thing she focused on, was that the walls were lined with drawers and cabinets, probably full of sharp utensils.
And they were... blue. Interesting color choice. Frowning in disapproval, Melissa opened the nearest drawer and began rifling through it, feeling out anything sharp enough to break skin.
After the moonlight of the patio, the room Melissa stepped into was dark enough that even she had to wait a few moments to let her eyes adjust. She didn't dare take a further step in until she could tell easily that the room was, indeed, the kitchen it was supposed to be, with no hidden dangers beyond perhaps a stove still being hot.
The first thing she noticed was that it was incredibly spotless. Even her own kitchen, cleaned almost too frequently, wasn't as spotless as this. It didn't exactly do much to make Melissa feel more comfortable. The second thing she noticed, and the thing she focused on, was that the walls were lined with drawers and cabinets, probably full of sharp utensils.
And they were... blue. Interesting color choice. Frowning in disapproval, Melissa opened the nearest drawer and began rifling through it, feeling out anything sharp enough to break skin.