He exhaled deeply, letting the tension melt away. It was just another prank. The figure was probably someone in a dark uniform, messing with him. Nathan laughed at himself, trying to shake off the lingering fear. After all, it was all part of the tradition. Nothing more.
The next morning, Nathan began his shift as usual, but something felt off. As he entered the break room, his senior attendant called him over with a serious look. “Nathan, I need to talk to you,” the attendant said, his tone urgent. “Several bundles of PPE kits and bottles of formaldehyde are missing from the morgue.”