On the thirteenth floor, inside one of the apartments, the second figure hid inside a narrow closet with his back pressed tightly against the wooden wall.
His body completely still as he held his breath and listened to the silence outside.
The apartment was dark.
He had deliberately chosen this place because it was unlikely that anyone would be inside, and after entering the building, he had made sure to erase every trace of his presence before hiding.
In his hand was a short spear, held closely against his body.
His fingers remained wrapped tightly around its shaft, ready to strike the moment someone discovered him.
'Is that monster gone?'
The thought appeared in his mind as he listened carefully.
There was nothing.
Not even the faint sound of movement from the hallway.
For several minutes, he remained inside the closet without moving, and gradually, the fear that had been gripping his chest began to weaken.
