Torch Equivalent

Night again. The corner near the dark television stand lacked adequate light level. Hostiles spawn in darkness below light level seven. I located a small, cylindrical metal torch dropped near the power strip—a flashlight. I planted my boots against the floor and shoved its base until the rounded front lens pointed straight into the shadowy gap beneath the media console. Using my fist, I punched down hard on the rubber tail switch. It clicked. A sharp beam of white light projected forward, illuminating the dust motes and cutting through the void. The perimeter is secure. Light level sufficient.