Creed walked down the hallway with a calm expression and an unhurried pace, but inside, his mind was alert and sharp like a sword on the verge of striking.
His every step was calculated, his breathing steady, his ears subtly straining to catch any irregularity in the ambient sound.
He wasn't panicking just yet, but his instincts were tingling like crazy. Someone was definitely watching him.
Not in the obvious, "I want to jump you and stab you with a fork" way, but in that creepy, low-key, I've-been-taking-notes-on-your-eating-habits-for-the-past-three-days kind of way.
The hairs on the back of his neck didn't stand up, but they twitched like they were thinking about it. That's how subtle it was.
Thanks to his Path of Killing, Creed had an almost supernatural sensitivity to danger and hostility.
Even the faintest murderous thought aimed in his direction would feel like a mosquito buzzing in his brain.
