Beth was in dire need of headshots for her new blossoming career in modeling. She’d met a promising agent and all she needed was a solid photoshoot to get her name out there.
After an exhaustive search, most out of her price range, she noticed a great deal from a new headshot startup. She reached out to the photographer for some samples. What she received was pretty good. The price was suspiciously low, but she figures he’s just starting out and might need to build his client list. Cash was tight and samples were good, so she went ahead and booked a shoot.
A few days later Beth heads to the address the photographer gave her. She is a bit unsettled as she turns into an abandoned business park. There are no cars, no running businesses, and some of the windows were broken. The windows from suite 400, the one she was given, were intact but completely blacked out. There was no telling what was inside.
She drove by slowly, and she felt in her gut that something isn’t quite right. But she parks, gets out, and walks to the door anyway. She gives it a weak knock just to tell herself she tried.