A whimper of fear lightly leaves from deep in his throat. His knees huddled against his chest, hands over his mouth as Mao breathed harshly. His wide green eyes wide and shaking as he watched the large shadow manoeuvre around that showed on the wall in front of him. Outside the window, he sat on the checkered tiled floor underneath it, a monster roamed growling for the flesh of Mao. It scared Mao to the point of not moving from his hiding spot.