The corridor stretched into darkness, with no light at its end. The faint, flickering glow of an emergency exit sign or similar fixture cast eerie shadows, but it felt suspiciously vacant—no sign of life, no reassuring warmth. This place resembled the devastated hospital wards I had seen in apocalyptic films—silent, desolate, and utterly abandoned, as if the building itself had become a tomb.
Although his footsteps weren't particularly fast, neither was I moving quickly. If this continued, getting caught would inevitably happen—an ominous certainty I couldn't ignore. I knew this was a dangerous situation. In my mind, I imagined the words "BAD END" flashing in glaring red letters like on a game over screen.
What should I do? What could I even do? Should I find somewhere to hide? But where? Where could I possibly hide in this endless, shadowed corridor?
