the dust occupying the corners seemed to grow everyday.
you seemed to barely remember the days of children lining up at the arcade's door, waiting for a chance to play.
now that door is empty.
the once bright and colorful lights now remain dull and colorless.
there used to be sounds of children cheering after receiving a prize, claiming tickets, even just winning a game would make them so proud.
now, the only sound throughout the arcade was the soft hum of your machine, and your somehow still beeping heart.
a vehicle pulls up in front of the arcade. you stared through the glass windows in disbelief.
could it be? someone to finally revive what is lost?
the man who got out of the vehicle was tall, with messy brown hair, glasses, a brown coat on over a white shirt, and a flashlight in his hands.
he entered the arcade, the familiar bell that rung every time the door opened finally rung again.
it felt like that bell used to go off every second.
the man pointed his flashlight directly at you.
"there you are, cabinet man." he says.
what do you do?