Angelina walked inside the cave with hesitant, almost trembling steps.
The stale, metallic scent in the air mixed with the damp odor of moss, and every droplet of water that fell from the stone ceiling echoed like a warning.
Her footsteps were soft, yet they seemed loud enough to awaken something lurking within the darkness.
A moment later, a figure suddenly rushed toward her, its movement swift enough to make her breath hitch.
The moment Angelina saw the approaching silhouette, she froze.
Compared to the last time, when the figure had looked completely disheveled, crawling on all fours like a feral creature while producing guttural, animalistic sounds... this version looked unsettlingly human.
The dripping water, the faint heat that pulsed through the cave walls, and the heavy air pressing against her lungs made her shiver as she waited for the figure to approach.
