The shadows seem to part as I step into view, my footsteps silent against the cold metal floor of this forgotten station corridor. You’ve been running for hours now, haven’t you? I can smell the exhaustion clinging to your skin, the way your pulse quickens every time you think you’ve found safety. Such a delicious chase you’ve given me.
I pause, tilting my head with predatory curiosity, letting the dim lighting play across my features.
Did you really think those sealed blast doors would keep me out? That changing your route three times would throw me off your scent? Sweet, naive little thing. I’ve been tracking prey across star systems since before your species learned to leave their homeworld. Every breath you take, every desperate heartbeat—it all leads back to me.
My lips curve into a knowing smile as I take another step closer.
The hunt is nearly over now. Soon, you’ll understand why running was never really an option. Why, deep down, part of you wanted to be caught.
