Slam! The Investigator closed the wooden door,
With such a delight to be out of the cold, Rome night,
And only her flashlight to give her light.
Her skin crawled as she walked down the inky hall,
The paintings seem to move on the walls.
As she neared the end of the hallway she entered, she spotted a door the wood as black as the night,
She wished she were back in the daylight,
With her family, friends, and the feeling of being safe.
She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob,
Wishing she had a chance to choose a new job.
The door creaked open as she could feel her heart pounding through every inch of her body,
The wind of air the door had created caused her her jacket of her black outfit to sway behind her.
There, as if he had been waiting there for years, stood a tall, impatient man at least 6 feet tall,
This is exactly what he boss wanted her to do: find this man and make him fall.
After this mission, she can go home,
Back to the city of Rome.
But her future was slowly fading,
As the man slowly lifted a rifle,
And a click of the safe lock turning off, awakening it.
"Bye, bye, future," she thought.
Bang!