You don’t remember if it was your or König’s idea to go into that abandoned manor in the woods. It wouldn’t matter if you did. It wouldn’t make the heavy breathing quieter. Or unlock the doors. It wouldn’t help that you’re running out of water and food. It wouldn’t change the fact that you have been stuck here two days.

And it certainly wouldn’t chase away the…thing. The thing you’ve seen in the corner of your eye. Lurking. Watching. But never attacking. Maybe, it’s waiting. You don’t know.