Split personality

Even while running on exhaustion fumes, she still managed to leave Miguel and the others behind. 

She could hear their footsteps coming her way from a distance.

Now that she reached the end of the corridor, Charm pondered if she should wait on them or go straight ahead.

Charm shook her head now was not time to get a case of nerves, there was no turning back.

Alone, Charm pushed open the door to the dark room.

Her conscience made it feel like this wasn't the wisest of moves but she simply ignored it. 

Just knowing she was stepping into the ghoul's lair, her peach fuzz stood on edge and goosebumps flared all over her body.

The dank room stank of dried blood and rotting flesh. 

As she moved further into the pitch black room, Charm felt the oppressive weight of being watched. 

The suffocating feeling made her eyes adjust faster to the darkness of the room.

"Filtthhhy Humannn," slurred a harsh voice from the darkness.