"He had to be somewhere here; yes, he can't be far now," Marissa thought as she moved hurriedly along the hall. Her bare feet were getting numbed by the cold tiles. The coldness of the tiles was enhanced by the fog that dogged her footsteps. The sinister fog seems to rise and curl against the hem of her robe, then recede, only to come back.

Marissa was not paying much attention to that, though, as her attention was focused on the dark corridor ahead. The hall was hugely lit, though the fog made It darker. The corridor ahead was pitch black.

Marissa couldn't think much about that, though. She was...