The man's voice echoed in the air from the back of the building, deep and slightly cracked—a mixture of amusement and menace.
"Oh?" A low voice left his lips, stepping out from the shadows. "Looks like we have got a rat in here."
Ryan froze as his voice reached his ears, fists clenched instinctively, and his heart started hammering against his ribs. The slow flickering of the light above his head cast long shadows across the floor, making the figure's movements feel more jagged and strange.
The man was quite tall—around six feet, maybe a little shorter than that, his frame was athletic, his eyes were glassy as his pupils were wide, a little too wide, and his grin looked unnatural, like someone who's high on something strong. He walked closer with a swagger that gave a hint to Ryan that he wasn't dealing with a random guy.
Ryan's eyes were fixated on him; his voice left his throat, cold yet firm. "Who are you?"
