Myra swiftly slid into this old, abandoned house, ducking down behind a table that was on its side to hide behind it for a moment and catch her breath.

She quietly panted and dug into her bag, pulling out a wrap of bandages and wrapping it around her forearm where there was a slight gash.

“F—k…”

She muttered under her breath in a heavy tone, a slight wince at the pressure against her wound. She was clearly focused on whatever was outside rather than the room around her she was now in.