Turning Demon

Those light footsteps stepping on the tiled floor became closer, and closer, and closer, until suddenly, it stopped at the entrance of the door.

Blakes and Roshan remained silent as they waited for the imposter to reveal its face- but nothing happened. Their ears were attentively alert, just in case they perceive any sounds coming from another direction.

"Do you think it left?" Whispered Blake's as he stood beside Roshan, already prepared for a fight. His elongated nails were looking ready to tear at the flesh of something, while Roshan wisely brought out his daggers instead, slowly taking them off from the side of his belt to avoid alerting their sneaky imposter.