In the dark and cramped space, the sound of ticking echoed constantly in his ears.
In an area so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, the ticking seemed especially terrifying and creepy.
Mason stood in this space, and though he was mentally strong, he was enveloped by a nameless fear.
What was that sound?
The scent of blood grew stronger, filling his nostrils and nerves, nearly driving him mad.
He reached out, trying to explore forward, but touched a soft, yet cold, object.
Mason knew it was human skin; withdrawing his hand, the dampness on his palm made him stiffen entirely.
He almost didn't need to think; he knew what it was...
Suddenly, his body was like it had been immobilized, unable to move.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the invisible restraint.
After an unknown amount of time, a beam of light suddenly shone into the dark space, the glow from a window.
He walked over and heard the sound of a childish voice outside the window.
