Takumi was now convinced that there was something in the cellar with him. He heard footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, as if whatever was down there was stalking him. He backed away, trying to find a way out, but the walls seemed to be closing in on him.
As the hours turned into days, Takumi's mind began to play tricks on him. He saw shadows moving in the darkness, heard whispers in his ear, and felt cold breath on his neck. He was losing his grip on reality.