The Footsteps, echoed throughout the parking lot, each step a sharp reminder of how danger was coming closer. Aria’s breath seized, her throat tightening as the steps grew louder, more urgent and quickening. Her heart pounded and was about to leave her ribcage. Someone was coming closer and faster.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her legs were still, paralyzed by fear, her eyes locked on the corner from which the sound was approaching.
Then—silence.
Just like that, the steps stopped. Dead silence swallowed the corridor.
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried hard to hear. Nothing. No movement. No breathing. No whisper of fabric brushing against the walls. Then, the most unexpected thing happened—the steps began to retreat. Slowly. Cautiously. It was so sudden, more like who wa
