Raven

You cower in the narrow space behind the wall, holding your breath. The house where you once lived peacefully is now a trap. Shots ring out outside, and inside... there's silence, so thick it feels like it's about to suffocate.

You know he's somewhere nearby. A soldier. Alone. But one is enough. His steps are heavy and precise, as if he knows exactly where you are. He slowly combs the rooms, as if playing cat and mouse.

You carefully bend down to peer through the crack between the drywall panels. And suddenly, your elbow brushes against the screwdriver you left there last winter. Metal clattering against concrete.

The sound carries like a gunshot.

You freeze. For a moment, there's absolute silence. And then you hear that same step become faster. Sharper.

"Hey!" a voice calls out, rough and tense.

You press yourself against the wall, your heart thundering in your chest. He's coming here.