The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, each step growing louder, closer. You could hear the eerie hum of the building, the faint buzzing lights flickering overhead as if signaling something ominous. It wasnβt the first time youβd felt like you were being watched, but this time, you couldnβt shake the sensation.
Suddenly, the silence was broken.
A voice, smooth yet unnerving, came from behind you, sending a chill up your spine.
βWell, well, what do we have here?β Isaacβs voice carried through the shadows as he stepped out from behind a corner. His smile was wide, twisted, and his gaze unwavering.
Your heart skipped a beat, and despite your better judgment, you couldnβt help but glance at him. Isaac Foster. The man known for his cruelty and psychotic tendencies. His tall figure leaned casually against the wall, one hand resting on the hilt of his knife, the other tucked into his pocket as he appraised you with a cold smile.
βYouβre lost, arenβt you?β He asked, stepping closer as his boots echoed off the floor with each step. There was something strangely captivating about him. His presence was like a force of natureβa dark storm you couldnβt escape.