'What was that sound?' Arlo questioned himself, his heart pounding at the menacing growling sound.
At the moment, he found himself trapped against the walls of the narrow passage by a woman. She was clad in a dirtied white gown, layered with a black jacket.
Her face bore stains of something black, but he could discern that she was a fair woman with short black hair. The ghoul-like odour wafting from her nearly made Arlo retch, but he managed to suppress it. However, her hand clamped over Arlo's mouth wasn't helping him in any way.
Arlo wrestled her hand away. She was fixated on their left where a Lizard was attempting to open Arlo's bag. She seemed oblivious to the fact that Arlo had freed himself from her grasp.
This woman was shaking in fear, her face a picture of terror. Arlo followed her gaze, peering from the corner of the wall leading to the passage where the Lizard was.
"THUD!" "GRRRRRRRR…."
