With glassy eyes Omega scanned the corridors lit with pale twilight cascading from the stained glass windows, stalking the grounds with the demeanour of a feral animal. Silent, quick, determined, he was constantly shifting his gaze from window to window observing things only he could see, but still not finding the one thing he was after. From farther down one of the conjoining corridors he heard a door creak open, and in an instant he found himself a hiding place among the many shadows of the desolate hall. As he was waiting hidden in plain sight a young girl passed through a different corridor, her footsteps soon faded away⦠then Omega decided to make his move.
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