Angel was not a player; she was just an ordinary person who had taken the Evolution Potion. Her physical abilities aligned with those of an Evolver, but this didn't prove to be of much use. Judging by how she could still trip while walking, she obviously didn't undergo any physical training.
Angel ran, panting heavily, yet the maze seemed endless. Eventually, her running speed slowed down until she finally collapsed on the stairs.
The night rain was cold, but it couldn't compare to the chill in her heart. Lying flat, she had barely caught her breath when footsteps sounded from behind her again.
The "click-clack" of shoes struck the steps, resembling death's rhythm in their eerie approach. Angel had no choice but to grit her teeth and keep running, but no matter how fast she ran, the sound closely shadowed her, always just a step behind, and she could see no one when she looked back...
