The soft echo of my footsteps followed me like a shadow, each one louder than it should have been in the silence. The air felt heavier with every step I took, pressing in from all sides as I followed the compass.
Pausing for a moment, I looked around me.
I was once again back in the heart of the city. The only difference was the fact that there was no one present around me.
The streets were completely deserted. Not a soul was in sight, and the cobblestone path lay empty beneath the tall metal lamps that flickered weakly. The faint, uneven light cast an unsettling shadow, filling the air with a strange sense of oppression.
'.....This does feel creepy.'
The only thought that was in my mind at the moment was not to make a single sound.
If this were truly like the Twisted Man scenario, then the last thing I needed to do was speak. I couldn't let it hear my voice.
'Still, looking at the compass, it does feel like I'm being led to a familiar road.'
