The darkness of the library was haunting, the moonlight spilling through the windows making the area look lavish, along with the moonlight giving your skin a soft- yet low glow.

The Terror of seeing the glimmer of his bayonets ran through your goosebumps like swarming mosquitoes, they didn't go away, nor did the lump in your throat go either.

You could just tell him he's got the wrong person- or, maybe you did something sinful that caught his eye?..But his intimidating physique and the blinding light shining off his bayonets had you cornered between risking it and running or staying hidden till he gave up, but it was clear, He wasn't gonna give up.

Hiding, your knees itch from the carpet burns, your ankles sore from crawling and kneeling under his gaze. A man of god, after you? It was hard to believe- your senses quickly came back as you saw, He, Himself...Anderson as he peeks from behind a corner of looming bookshelves, hunting you down...

“.... I know yer’ There, ya heathen....make it easy and come on out.."

His hissing voice filling the silence made your shoulders tense, each thump of his heavy boots on the soft carpet making you even more anxious as he slowly entered the room, his voice raising once more.

"Still hidin' eh?..”