Pacing down the silent metal corridor, the only source of light came from the heavy tactical flashlight in his hand. It was so deathly quiet that Jason could hear the thudding of his own heartbeat and the rhythmic crunch of his boots. Every sound traveled far in the dark, bouncing back with a faint, eerie echo.
It created the terrifying illusion that someone or something was walking right behind him.
In such a desolate, pitch-black environment, psychological pressure multiplies exponentially. Add the knowledge of an unseen enemy lurking in the shadows, and an ordinary person's mind would likely be broken within hours.
Fortunately, Jason was no ordinary man. Though his muscles were tense, he was far from his breaking point. He continued his cautious exploration, keeping a strict watch over his own mental state.
