At work, during his lunch break, Nathan discreetly installed the cameras and motion sensors in the morgue. He placed them in corners, behind equipment, ensuring no one would notice. The sensors were meant for tracking pets, but he figured they’d do the job just fine for detecting movement, whether it was a person or something more sinister.
He finished up his task quickly, keeping an eye on the clock to avoid suspicion. His hands shook as he adjusted the cameras, a mixture of fear and determination driving him. He didn’t know what he was about to uncover, but he couldn’t live in fear anymore—not without answers.