The corridor is dark, and Laura hears no footsteps. She has been assuming she is alone.

But then there's a voice, unfamiliar and deeply strange: the stone echoes, but she doesn't smell anyone there. She freezes into a fighter's stance, claws giving off a deceptively soft glow. It's only after they come out that she realizes she brought them out.

"Who's there?" she demands, her voice a hiss.