The circle tightened. Andrew's breath caught in his throat, cold and jagged like he'd inhaled broken glass. The Turned, his memories in rotting flesh—closed in. A heartbeat of hesitation stretched long and thin.
Then it snapped. The first one lunged.
Andrew's body moved before his mind could catch up. Adrenaline surged through his limbs, a burst of raw momentum coiling in his muscles like a spring. He twisted sideways, barely dodging Mr. Henderson's claw-like hands as they swiped through empty air with a wet hiss.
Andrew ducked under the next grasp—Mrs. Rodriguez—and rolled across moss-slick stone. He popped up behind a toppled angel statue, panting.
Think. Think fast. He flicked his wrist, and the dagger materialized in his palm..a sleek obsidian blade, gifted by the system. Cold to the touch. Hungry. The moment it formed, it pulsed like a living thing.
A prompt blinked in the corner of his vision.
[System Notice: Combat Engaged]
[Skil Activated: Enhanced Agility]
