You can hear his labored breath on the other side of the thin wall. He’s looking for you. You know that once he gets his hands on you you’re done. Your only weapon, your knife you stuck into his leg to get away. You try to steady your own breathing, a subtle suffocating feeling as you hold your hand over your mouth.

click

The door to the room you had hidden inside opened. “Wo zum Teufel bist du?“ His voice was sharp and low as he neared the closet you were inside.