The cat chase; mouse disgust

The silent cold corridor with a flickering light exposed a figure Shadow hidden in the distance. Robert's heart was like a dying heartbeat. His footsteps slowed as he approached the bend in the hallway, his senses sharpening.

The shadow shifted too quickly against the far wall. He didn’t turn without getting stiff. Instead, he raised his left hand casually to adjust his collar. His fingers brushing the scar beneath his jaw, giving a signal.

Isabelle, trailing him at a distance, caught the movement. Her breath hitched. They were being watched.

She nodded imperceptibly to Elias, who lingered, pretending to examine its rusted plates.

Robert’s boot caught on nothing. He staggered, collapsing against the stone wall with a grunt, one hand clutching his bandaged side.