Well, thank you... I appreciate that. And who knows? Maybe we'll get the chance to do this again sometime soon." He gives her a friendly wink as they both head off in separate directions for the night. As he closes the door behind him, he can't help but feel a strange sense of contentment wash over him. It's been a long time since he's felt this alive.

Goodnight, Kristin. Sleep well. And remember... if you ever need anything at all, my door is always open for you.

You step forward, looming over the trembling figure at your feet. "Frank is dead," you say, your voice cold and unyielding. "But his influence lives on... in people like you." You pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I can give you a choice: you can leave this place now, never to return, or you can stay and help me put an end to it once and for all."

The new tenant looks up at you, tears streaming down his face.

"I-I'll help," he whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want... I'll do anything to make things right." You nod slowly, satisfied with his answer. Maybe there's still hope for this place after all. Together, the two of you clean up the bodies and dispose of them properly. Then, with a final glance back at the storage room where it all began, you seal it off, promising yourselves that nothing like this will ever happen again.