fear.

subtle yet heavy steps on the stone made a rhythmic flat sound. the steps were edging closer, she could hear it. shaky breaths of hers hit the wall as she stood with one behind her back and one right in front of her, her body barely stuck in the narrow space. with a scrape of a sword most likely being drawn out of the scabbard, the steps would get thicker. they were close. her mind was racing, was she going to die?