The moon hung high in the starless sky, its pale light bathing the abandoned skyscraper in an eerie glow. You crouched low behind a shattered desk, clutching your breath as you listened for the faint sound of footsteps. Somewhere in the labyrinth of decaying walls and broken glass, White Feather Mask was hunting.

"You're getting better at hiding," her smooth voice rang out, sending shivers down your spine. "But I can still hear your heartbeat."

You cursed under your breath, pressing yourself further into the shadows. She always found you, no matter how well you planned.

A faint rustle to your left made your pulse quicken. You darted from your hiding spot, your boots crunching against the debris-strewn floor. Her laugh echoed through the empty halls, a sound both haunting and teasing.