The feeling of being watched hits my senses and my pulse begins to quicken. My heart pumps blood faster around my body as my skin shudders from the thought of someone being locked in here with me. Taking a swift left, I jump down the step into the center of a circular room. Mirrors surround it and my reflection darts around in every which way. The music stops abruptly, and that's when I hear it. “Petit Mouton.” The whisper sails into my left ear and I spin on the spot to see nothing, not a single person behind me. “Hiding in the darkness... Smooth.
