Chapter 337: Reenactment

"I need to get out of here !" She mumbled to herself weakly.

Her heart raced, the pulse thumping in her ears, and the growing trauma amplified the anxiety she was feeling right now.

The air hung heavy with tension, each heartbeat a reminder of her increasing distress.

*STEP!

*STEP!

*STEP!

She moved slowly towards the old door, careful not to make a sound.

The dim light created shadows on the worn floor, adding to the tension in the air. Her careful steps hinted at a fear that any noise could set off something unwanted.

However, despite her efforts to remain silent, I wielded control over the room.

Like a devil observer, I watched her every move, my influence casting a shadow over the atmosphere, intensifying the weight of her unease.

'Let's spice things up a bit,' I chuckled to myself, plotting a mischievous prank.

*CRACK