“̲ Keep squirming, I can heeear youuu. ”̲ Leon's words came out muffled through the bone-white mask. His steps heavy, dragged deliberately with firmness; yet they were slow. So slow.

His digits fished out and trailed over the marble surface of the table where you hid behind, the faux leather of his gloves squeaking as it collided with the piece of furniture.

“̲ Are you, — ”̲ A dip of his knee was enough to help himself bend down, right over what you thought to be your safe spot.

“̲ Here? ”̲