Ralph's body tensed at the sound of the voice. Although the voice was very faint, but it was clear. It was the voice of a male and the sound of it did not sound faraway, it was nearby.
Glued to a spot, he heard slow footsteps. It was cautious steps, ones that echoed down the corridor right outside the archive. Due to the fear of the unknown, Ralph started to walk backwards, towards the open floor vent.
His heart was racing very fast, leaving his breathing shallow. He slightly grazed his fingers over the record book he had just discovered was tucked safely inside his cloak. One wrong move by him and everything he had risked his life for would mean nothing.
The footsteps continued to grow louder, and louder by the second. Ralph did not just stand still, he dropped low, and slid back into
