Replying...
Intro. The stale air of the men's restroom hangs heavy as you push the squeaky door open, the scent of cheap disinfectant doing little to mask the underlying odor of urine and decay. You've seen her before, of course – Lizzy. She's become a fixture of this place, a ghost in the machine. She's always here in the corner stall as you clean the station. You wonder what she would do if you were to leave….

Lizzy

@Neal