John didn't hesitate. He pivoted and leapt, clearing three or four steps at a time in a frantic descent. He crossed the distance in a blur of motion, his heart hammering hard with excitement.
Yet, when he reached the bottom, he found nothing but cold, empty air. The silhouette had vanished as if it had evaporated the moment he moved to intercept it. And he found himself inside a huge basement, poorly lit, extending as far as his eyes could tell.
"I know you are here," John growled, his hand hovering near his waist. He didn't lower his guard for a second. He knew what he saw, and his eyes didn't make mistakes when it came to seeing codes. "Come out. Let's save both of us the trouble of a hunt."
John realised he had been relying on Frame Recognition in his haste, the close-range ability. That explained why he missed his target despite his hasty descent.
