Chapter 202: Back Home

He ducked into one of the rooms attached to the hallway, finding the decrepit office of a doctor. 

There was nothing there besides a chair, metal table, and a desk–not even a door as he glanced back over. 

'It changed? Guess he wants to block off my sight of him, but he's doing the same, isn't he?' Finn considered. 

As quickly as he thought of that, he realized the error in his thinking. If the building was under complete control of the killer, it would stand to reason it was an extension of his senses. 

'Eyes—every inch of this place are practically his eyes,' he realized. 

Just as he discovered that, he glanced down to find a hole splitting upward from the floor. It wasn't just that spot; across the ground, from the walls, coming down from the ceiling, dozens of holes opened.