C12 Jackul Ashwinter

Her heart pounded against her rib cage as she spun around. Someone was watching her—She could sense it. Feel it. Her built-in instinct was ringing an alarm in her head. And yet, she wondered if her imagination was playing tricks on her.

Just then, the sound of faint footsteps echoed from far in the garage, and the metallic smell of cold steel that had tasted blood hit her nostrils