The corridor was L-shaped. After landing, Dean took two steps forward and spotted an iron gate with railings. Just as he was about to approach it, a spine-chilling cold shiver suddenly coursed through his body, raising goosebumps all over. He froze in place.
A death warning? he wondered. Could this passage, merely a few meters ahead, actually threaten my life?
Dean's mind raced through several possibilities, finally settling on explosive traps. Beyond that assumption, even with reflexes several times sharper than an ordinary person's, he couldn't comprehend what in this seemingly ordinary town could pose a threat to him, an armed man.
