"Who are you? Do you need something from me?" Sophie Smith's tone was somewhat uncertain as she leaned her body against the cold wall, her legs somewhat weak. The atmosphere was truly too eerie.
For a long time, no one responded to her.
Her hand touched the doorknob, just about to open it, when she heard footsteps approaching.
The person on the sofa stood up, extinguished the cigarette, and walked towards her.
Her hand froze there, unable to make the next move.
In the darkness, she could feel the air around her filled with a sense of danger.
"You... who are you?" She couldn't help but speak again, the feeling of being oppressed made her somewhat unable to breathe, but...
It felt incredibly familiar.
She calmed her inner fears, steadied herself, reached out her hand, and then made a bold decision.
