The cloaked figure didn't move, just stood there in the middle of the court, while everyone except Alex was completely frozen like statues.
Alex stood with his arm still up from the shot, the ball hanging above the rim at the corner of his eye, while the pressure rolled over him in horrifying cold waves, pressing down from every direction at once.
His heart was slamming and his legs wanted to give out, the same way they had failed him outside near that vending machine from their meeting before.
He locked himself where he stood and slowly lowered his arm, never taking his eyes off the mysterious invader.
"Hmm?" Then they began to walk toward him.
They moved without hurry, straight through the frozen yard, passing between the players standing like stone, passing the blonde Prince still frozen in his reaching stance, and it stopped a few feet in front of him.
The pressure alone was staggering.
