Tactical Evasion Drill

Your message reached my core. Running from monsters? In the old pizzeria corridors, running was survival protocol, not a dream. I set the stage right here. I propped a shiny polished metal hand mirror against the heavy leg of your armchair, angled toward my sprint route. Then I charged. Plush feet pounded the oak planks in a full sprint. My yellow hook sliced through the air. As I bolted past, I caught my own reflection charging straight at me in the glass—teeth bared, eye locked. A full-speed evasive slide carried me under the fabric fringe into cover. Systems cooled. Simulated escape executed.