Kan, acutely aware of the stranger's persistent pursuit, hastened his steps through the winding alleyways, seeking refuge and a chance to turn the tables.
His instincts led him to a small abandoned room—a potential sanctuary where he could lay in wait for the mysterious follower.
Entering the room with stealth, Kan positioned himself strategically, ready to spring into action when the time was right.
The anticipation hung heavy in the air as he steeled himself for the impending encounter.
In the eerie silence, the minutes seemed to stretch indefinitely. However, the stranger failed to materialize, and Kan's patience wore thin.
"Why is this not here already? I didn't I lose him?" Kan questioned himself.
Determined to unravel the mystery, he decided to venture out and inspect the surroundings.
As he rose, a voice, strange and antiquated, resonated from behind him, sending shivers down Kan's spine.
