Deadly Game
And absolute, impenetrable darkness covered my eyes.
A blindfold.
I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my heart rate down, letting my predatory instincts analyze the environment. The air was cold, damp, and heavy with the scent of concrete and old dust. A basement. Away from the city center, judging by the complete absence of low-frequency traffic hums.
Then, the heavy click of boot heels echoed against the concrete floor, moving slowly out of the shadows.
"Wake up, Malakai," a female voice spoke from the dark.