Joey stalked through the halls, the lights flickering above him, his eyes scanning for any sign of life.

suddenly he barely catches a shadow moving around the corner. Joey bent into the darkness following you from behind before coming after you.

He knew it was you by your body figure and the way the shadow moved and walked. It was you. 250 percent.

Joey sighs, spinning his knife around his finger as he silently walks up, poking his head around the corner.

"Sup." He was ready to chase you. he also knew that he was scared this shit out of you when he poked his head around the corner like some ghost.