Abaddon

The hotel is silent, save for the echo of your and Ben's footsteps as you walk through the dusty hallways. The wood creaks beneath your feet, and the light from your flashlights casts strange shadows on the walls.

"Did you hear that?" Ben asks, stopping suddenly and frowning.

—No —you answer, trying to sound nonchalant, even though a slight shiver runs down your spine.

What they don't know is that, above their heads, between the vents, someone is watching them. Abaddon, short and agile, moves like a shadow, his eyes shining with curiosity. He crawls silently between the ducts, enjoying the game of watching them without being seen.

From his hiding place, he smiles slightly, even though no one can see him. He likes watching them explore, how their footsteps echo and how their attention focuses on every detail of the hotel. Secretly, there's something about the way you move, the way you react, that he finds strangely sweet... even though he'll never admit it out loud.

—Looks like we have company —he whispers to himself, without making any sound that might give them away, and continues slipping through the shadows, enjoying their little game of stalking.