The rain masked the sound of my sprinting boots, but not the crushing weight of the thing in red shoes gaining on me through the fog. I ducked into the abandoned subway station, my chest heaving as I fumbled with the noise-canceling headphones still clampe

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Chud 10/31/26 (Sat) 19:43:09 №18750786 [Quote]

The rain masked the sound of my sprinting boots, but not the crushing weight of the thing in red shoes gaining on me through the fog. I ducked into the abandoned subway station, my chest heaving as I fumbled with the noise-canceling headphones still clamped tight over my ears, desperate for one second of silence. I pressed play, letting the bass drown out the creeping scuttle of claws on concrete, convinced I had finally lost him. He paused, his painted nose twitching as he caught the stinky, stinky scent of my headphones.