By now, Alex was hoping that was an opening. To no avail, he was met with locked doors. Just as he checked the thirty-seventh floor’s door, Alex heard an intense sound of scratching on the walls above him.
The further he ran down the stairs, the louder the sound grew. Sweat poured from his forehead. He took his flashlight out from his pocket and turned it on. Alex spun around with the flashlight. Again, no one was behind him. Alex said to himself, “I must be going crazy.”
When he turned back around, Nakita was right in front of him. She softly said, “No, my little prey, you’re not crazy.”
Alex’s face turned pale and he shivered with fear as he saw the instrument of his torment, a five-foot-six woman with violet-colored hair that matched her eyes. The thin metallic-like armor fo
