Shaira gazed blearily at her surroundings.
No way, it's hopeless. How was she able to get out of this place? Rather...how are they going to get out of this place? And with Marco down, she doesn't know what to do.
In the first place, horror games are not her strong suit, and playing mystery and being a detective ain't her forte either.
Asked her to defeat monsters and beat people up, she can do it in a matter of seconds.
But this?
No matter how annoyed she was sometimes that Marco calls her an amazon woman. It really can't deny that fighting is her strong suit.
A cough from Marco snapped her back out of her dazed. She blankly stared at the timer above him. She watched blankly as his health points dwindle.
It's useless...they should just give up now...
And just as Marco's health points vanished,
SLAP!
The sting from her cheeks wakes her dazed mind.
What is she doing?... She almost let Marco die...
So what if it's not her strong suit. She can do this!
"...nnnn..."
Seeing Marco's pale bluish face, Shaira hurriedly fed Marco another red potion and watched in relief as his health points replenish.
Marco's still with her. She should not give up.
With a determined gaze, Shaira carefully observed her surroundings. She lifted the bed's blanket and coughed as dust scattered in the air. Tossing it in the ground, she throws the pillows away, trying to find something. She also lifted the cushions but found nothing underneath.
Waving the dust around, she turned to the bedside table and hurriedly opened the drawer. There, Shaira found a room service menu and noted the room number written in it.
It looks like they are in room number 7.
Finding nothing more, she placed the menu back in the drawer and as she glanced back, she noticed the trash can nearby.
Curious, she looks inside of it and saw nothing but ashes. She sighed and shook the trash can, only to notice a burnt piece of paper.
This...this is a clue, right?
She picked the piece of paper and squint at it. She noticed a vague line that looks like the number five from what she can make out of it.
Five...
What does this mean?
Ugh...isn't there any more substantial clues?
Shaira swung her arm around in frustration only to knock an old lamp down the floor.
CRASH!
"F*ck!"
She sat down on the bed. Her head clutch in her hands, and her hair obscuring her face. She wipes her face in dismay at herself.
"Just look for more Shaira, don't get frustrated." She muttered to herself, the burnt paper in her hand crinkling at her hold.
She was about to smooth it out when she perceived a movement. She paused. She looked at Marco and scrutinized him.
Yep, he did indeed didn't shift his body. He's still in the same position.
Thud...thud...thud...
The sound was muffled and sluggish as if something is slamming the ground. Shaira listened carefully.
It doesn't come from this room.
The sound was rhythmic, with a certain kind of frequency. Shaira stared at the door, her gaze penetrating as if trying to look beyond the walls. Her heart pounding as she realized that the sound is getting louder.
What the f*ck is it?
A sense of crisis strikes her as she quickly steps back. She looks behind her and saw Marco. Just as she lifted him, a loud knock almost startled her.
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...
Three knocks sounded at the door. Each knock sounding ominous. The slow interval of each knock creeping her even more as she held Marco.
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...
Each strike pounds at the door as clouds of dust fall off from its hinges.
Shaira stared numbly, afraid that whatever is outside will knock down the door. Suddenly a red flash caught her eye. She glanced at it, only to see some sort of radar in her vision.
The radar shows a big red circle almost 10 feet away from the two green circles. Another flash caught her attention and the game tips flickered in front of her.
Sh*t...
Remembering the noise the lamp made as it broke leaves her in a cold sweat. All of a sudden, the second game tip flared red.
[ Do not let IT see you ]
What?...
F*ck...what to do?!
She can't make any sound, now that the thing is here, and based on this warning, they're in danger of being seen.
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...
The knocks, it's getting louder... yes... that's it!
Shaira glanced at the big closet behind her, with a pounding heart, she opened it, matching the knock's sound.
"..."
It seems whatever's outside did not hear that...
She immediately tucks herself in, Marco in front of her as she carefully and soundlessly lifted his legs inside the closet. She waited for another loud knock.
KNOCK...
She quickly closes the closet door carefully matching the loud noise of the knocks.
The red continued to flash in the corner of her vision. Suddenly, a shudder runs through her body. Her forehead was wet with cold sweat and her hands clammy as she huddled in the dark confines of the closet.
Suddenly, the knocking stopped.
KACHA!
F*ck...is the door even close?!
A gloomy aura covered her and her thoughts rapidly spin.
Sh*t...sh*t...sh*t... She should have not interrupted Marco back then. Damn, she really hates this...
The knob turns to a halt. The door is locked.
An eerie silence sounded in the room.
Suddenly, the knob turns left and right as whatever or whoever behind the door aggressively tried to open the door. Shaira watched the knob twist left and right beneath the closet door's gap. Anxious, her mind conjured an image of a doorknob falling on the floor.
For what felt like forever, the entity behind the door stops. An ominous aura spread from behind the door, radiating a dangerous presence.
Suddenly, footsteps are heard walking away. The same thud she earlier heard. The muffled and sluggish sound echoed outside the room.
But despite hearing the entity walking away, she knows in her gut that it is still behind the door.
Shaira glanced at the radar in her vision, the big red circle is still outside. She huddled away from the gap and hold Marco close to herself.
Damn...if it's not for this, she would have thought that it already went away.