The moment Isabella stored the last chunk of meat in her space, the system chimed in.
[Warning: You made too much noise while using the fan. The blood has attracted strange creatures.]
Her stomach dropped.
"What?"
[Run.]
She blinked. "Oh, so now I have to run? You do realize I haven't exercised since… EVER? My stamina bar is literally an insult!"
The system did not care.
Something rustled behind her.
Her breath hitched.
Isabella whipped her head around. Nothing.
Just an eerie, too-quiet forest. But the sounds—low growls, strange clicking, the snap of twigs under heavy feet—were getting closer.
Her heart leaped into her throat.
"Okay, okay—RUN!"
And she did.
Kind of.
Her first few steps were horrendous. Her legs weren't used to this, her arms flailed like she was summoning a demon, and her lungs immediately betrayed her.
But when another deep, inhuman growl echoed behind her, she sprinted like her life depended on it.
Because it did.
