The irregular force exerted by the Little Black Hands was driving Igor and his team mad. Already struggling to understand their current situation, the inconsistent tugging only deepened their confusion and added an unsettling fear. These hands refused to play by any discernible rules, their pulls alternating between gentle and abrupt. Has something provoked them? Igor wondered. He began to question his own judgment, an old, familiar terror creeping in as uncertainty mounted.
Seeing Hustace still paralyzed by fear, Igor felt a wave of despair wash over him. What should we do now? he thought. Strike first? But how can we attack when we don't even know who or what the opponent is? Are we just going to wait this out indefinitely?
