"Quick, everyone run to the door!" Feshikha shouted.

They ran away from the terror that was ready to strike savagely. Whatever cursed creature was chasing them had no intention of stopping. Exhaustion and fear overtook everyone; their feet felt heavy, as if moving through a rushing current, and the uncomfortable aura and pressure weighed down their shoulders, making it hard to even stand.

As they neared the door, a red mass suddenly covered it. The mass seemed to breathe, slimy and with a foul, rancid smell. The fear intensified, stabbing through their bodies, pulling away their ability to think or move. Time seemed to slow down, and flashes of memories from their lives began to surface.

"Screeeeeeeeeech…" The sound of something sharp scraping against the floor echoed from behind, followed by "Stomp... Stomp," heavy footsteps approaching. When they turned, the creature was walking slowly, each step raising the threat more, its face showing the grim satisfaction of a hunter who had caught its prey. "Gyaaa-ooork!" A piercing scream rang out as the creature lunged, charging straight at its victim.

"Hah... is this the end?" Feshikha said, raising her pistol at the creature.

She remembered how it all started: her duty as a police officer led her to this path, followed by a reunion with an old friend she trusted to help, then to the grand mansion that consumed souls, and now, facing the harbinger of death.

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