She moved across the distance towards where the man was sitting. As she neared him it was without a doubt her contact. She could tell there was something wrong. It wasn't until she was within a few feet that she realized he wasn't moving and his staring eyes are those of a dead man. The room is silent other than for the sound of her breathing. The dim lighting which had been spooky before was now altogether worse.<br/><br/>I would not try and run. A dispassionate voice says from the shadows in the far side of the room. Its accent slight eastern European.