The black-clothed man running began to stick closely to the wall, and amidst the flickering light and shadow, he vanished. A lengthened black figure appeared on the wall and eerily, this shadow was moving at high speed, as if it was gliding directly without a trace of footfall or sideways swinging.
Shadow Play stands in the center of the hallway. She has no other options. Getting closer to the wall would make her more vulnerable to attack.
No sound...
She feels somewhat desperate. After all, she can only rely on her senses beyond vision to judge her environment. The shadow makes no sound and has no scent. By the time she feels it, it will be their chance to attack.
In a breath's interlude, Shadow Play was covered in goosebumps. In this moment, her survival instincts play a massive role.
In the corridor, the shadow quickly approaches Shadow Play, akin to a wraith without form.
