No poorly lit corridor, a man-shaped shadow writhes with unbridled fury

No poorly lit corridor, a man-shaped shadow writhes with unbridled fury. Its dark outline is illuminated only by a flickering light, creating a ghostly effect as the figure swings a heavy axe with inhuman violence. Every knock on the door echoes through the hallway, the sound of cracking wood echoing like a desperate scream. The shadow seems to grow with each impact, his anger manifesting itself in wild and uncontrolled movements, as if possessed by a primitive hatred. The narrow corridor amplifies the tension, with the sound of the axe smashing the door mixing with the muffled sound of the figure's heavy breathing. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of impending doom, each blow bringing the shadow closer to breaking through the fragile barrier that separates it from its prey.