"I dunno. Maybe ghosts?" Really, the source of the sound could have been a number of things, and personally Dennis didn't want to stay and find out. Still keeping his gun a hand, he knelt down and peered at the white powder in the boxes. Sugar? Drugs? No, it was...

"Flour?" Dennis sniffed the substance and sure enough his suspicions were confirmed. "So...I guess we're dealing with either really hungry ghosts or this is really just some kind of fancy bakery. Perfect." Another bang rang out in the theater, this time coupled with the sound of a soft pattering and scratching.

Something. Something was moving in the shadows. Adjusting his glasses, Dennis took a step forward in front of Roseia. Aiming the gun carefully, he waited a few seconds. Seconds were all that was needed, for the source of the sound finally made itself known.

Rats. Lots of them. 

Black fur and red eyes. It was almost like a swarm, no, a sea of them. Dennis grimaced and backed away slowly. "Well fearless leader? Got any bright ideas?"