No.
My breath was short. My eyes flickered around.
No.
I turned around. And kept turning.
Why was I back in here?
No!
I was in the warehouse. It was dark, the only light coming from the windows high above the walls from the lamps outside. I was alone. Alone and terrified.
Suddenly, a spotlight shone down on me and I saw Leon. He was standing at the edge of the circle of light. He had his head down and he was holding something. My eyes travelled lower and I stifled a scream.
It was the guy he had his crew beat up. He was half-lying on the ground and Leon was holding him up by his hair.
The guy's eyes were staring blankly at me and something about him made the hair stand on my skin. Then I realized why.
He was dead.
I began to back away and my movement made Leon lift his head up.
