A human figure, with its arms and legs twisted, was descending from the stairs in the dead of night. Even with no audio, Lana could see the figure's veins pulsing under his skin.
The loud vibration of the wooden stairs highlighted the pressure with which it was descending.
Due to the darkness of the night, it was difficult to make out the figure's distinct features, yet Lana's heart tightened instinctively.
She could practically sense the aura of death clouding the figure.
Thud! Thud!
With each step the figure was taking towards a room located on the ground floor, Lana could feel her heart beating rapidly.
Though she wanted to stop the figure, she remained rooted on the spot.
Was some unknown force binding her to the place? No... it was raw fear.
Seeing a possession was common, but the fear pulsing under her skin... couldn't become common at all.
