Sudden Twitch

A click. Right in the wrist joint. I snapped my hook forward—fast! It snagged the folded cloth beneath me, tugging a loose fold into a tight ridge. Soft weave, dark print. I went stiff, listening into the dim air. No traps. Just fabric and silent shadows. I let my metal hand press down, gripping the crest of the wrinkle, waiting for what moves next.