The volunteer meeting ended hours ago.
No reason for anyone to be here now.
Unless they expected someone.
I walk up the steps slowly.
The door is closed this time.
I reach for the handle.
It opens easily.
Unlocked.
Of course.
The hallway inside is dim, lit by a single overhead light.
The building smells faintly of old wood and cleaning polish.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I move toward the sanctuary.
Every instinct I have says something is wrong.
Not dangerous exactly.
Just… deliberate.
Like someone set a stage and then walked away.
I step through the doorway.
The room is empty.
Rows of wooden pews stretch across the floor.
The same map still hangs near the front of the room.
But something else has changed.
The recruitment board.
Earlier it was covered in names.
Volunteer sign-ups.
Schedules.
Now it’s completely blank.
Every name wiped clean.
I walk closer.
