The Corpse-Covered Corporation's Silent Scream

The dimly lit office space was a labyrinth of desks and cubicles, each one draped in a shroud of dust and neglect. The Corpse-Covered Corporation was a name whispered with fear and suspicion in the city's financial district. Employees rarely spoke of it, and those who dared to inquire were quickly silenced by the enigmatic figure known as the Corporation's guardian, a man with eyes that seemed to see through the soul.

Evelyn, a young and ambitious intern, had recently joined the company, drawn by the allure of the unknown. She was eager to prove herself and carve out a career, but the more she delved into her work, the more she felt an eerie presence lurking in the shadows.

One rainy afternoon, as the sky outside darkened to a ominous shade of gray, Evelyn found herself in the building's most secluded wing. She had been tasked with retrieving a set of files from a storage room, but as she navigated the maze of corridors, the air grew colder and the silence became oppressive.

The storage room was a cluttered abyss, filled with boxes and cabinets that seemed to hold secrets from a bygone era. Evelyn's flashlight flickered as she rummaged through the files, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper, like the wind through dead leaves, echoing from the far corner of the room.

Her eyes widened as she turned to see a shadowy figure standing at the end of the row of cabinets. It was a man, his face obscured by a tattered mask. Evelyn's breath caught in her throat as she realized she was not alone. The man's eyes glinted with malice, and his lips curled into a chilling smile.

"Welcome, Evelyn," he said, his voice low and sinister. "To the Corpse-Covered Corporation."

Evelyn tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She could feel the eyes of the man behind her, watching her every move. She had to escape, but the door seemed to be miles away.

As she backed away, the whispers grew louder, louder, until they were a cacophony of screams, each one more terrifying than the last. Evelyn's mind raced, searching for a way out. She had to find the key to unlocking the storage room's door, but the key seemed to be a phantom, slipping through her fingers at every attempt.

The man advanced on her, his steps heavy and deliberate. Evelyn could see the cold, dead eyes of the Corpse-Covered Corporation's guardian staring into her soul. She had no choice but to face him, to confront the darkness that seemed to consume the company from within.

In a moment of desperation, Evelyn reached into her bag and pulled out a small, ornate key. She hurled it at the guardian, watching as it skidded across the floor and into his waiting hands. He looked down at the key, his eyes widening with shock and realization.

"No," he hissed, his voice laced with despair. "This cannot be."

Before Evelyn could react, the guardian's form began to disintegrate, crumbling into dust that rose like a sinister mist. The whispers stopped, the screams faded, and the storage room was once again silent.

Evelyn stumbled out of the room, her heart pounding like a drum. She reached the main corridor and ran, her feet pounding against the cold, tile floors. She could hear the distant echo of footsteps behind her, the guardian's presence lingering in the air.

Evelyn burst through the double doors into the main office, collapsing into a chair and gasping for breath. She looked around, expecting to see the guardian standing there, but he was nowhere to be found.

The next day, Evelyn was called into the CEO's office. She had done well, the CEO said, and she was being promoted to a higher position. Evelyn felt a wave of relief wash over her as she accepted the offer, but as she left the office, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong, that the Corpse-Covered Corporation's secrets were far from over.

The building stood dark and ominous, the guardian's form forever etched into her memory. Evelyn knew she had escaped the guardian, but she also knew that the Corporation's true secret was yet to be uncovered. The silent scream had echoed through the halls, but the whispers still lingered, calling out to her, promising that the Corpse-Covered Corporation was far from dead.