Jamal's POV

 

Except for one major thing...

No signs of the big rats I'd battled earlier.

 It was strange. Either they pulled a vanishing act, or there were hints of their broken bodies and a twisted trail of blood.

I scratched my head, a little uneasy. Rats don't usually clean up after themselves, right? But I shook off the thought, trying to convince myself it wasn't worth worrying about.

And failing to.

I had to leave this place, now.

Heading for the exit, I couldn't shake this feeling like I was being watched. Or worse, that I wasn't alone. A shiver ran down my spine, but I tried to ignore...