Disclaimer: I just borrow them to play for a while.
What Is Yet To Come ...
Leo pressed his back into the wall and tried to quiet his harsh gasps for breath. The lights had gone long ago. Only a few candles were left, sputtering their last into inconsistent light and shadows. He prayed that the flickering would not betray his refuge, a small space hidden in the darkness. If only he had a chance to just think for a moment.
The intercom buzzed. Don's voice echoed overhead and from the corners. "I know where you are Leo."
Don laughed, a grating and unpleasant sound. "Did you forget who designed the lair's security system?"