"W-who is it…?"
Idris's lips were dry, his breath unsteady as he clutched the mouse with such force that it let out a faint, plastic creak beneath his fingers. A shadow began to stretch beneath the character on the screen, lengthening slowly before his eyes, and with it, a tremor ran through Idris's entire body.
His mind started to swirl with all sorts of thoughts as he struggled to grasp his current situation.
"Officer?"
Hearing the old woman's voice again, Idris felt the urge to turn toward it. But could he? The warning from the previous room echoed in his mind, the words printing themselves before his very vision.
'They try to trick me! They trick me through sight and sound!'
'Run!!'
It was a warning.
A warning that described the current situation properly.
