"Exploring the hallway and finding the old assassin" "with the flashlight shakin

"Exploring the hallway and finding the old assassin" "with the flashlight shaking slightly in his hand, she gets out of bed, your feet touching the cold wooden floor. With every step, the floor creaks under your weight, but she moves towards the half-open door. Opening it carefully, the light of the lantern reveals a long dark corridor, its walls covered with old, faded portraits, as if every face was watching your movements. By proceeding with caution, the silence is interrupted by a distant sound of shuffling footsteps. She quickly turns off the flashlight, your heart racing. Across the hall, emerging from a side door, a hunched figure appears—a frightening-looking old woman. Her long, dirty dress brushes the floor as she walks., holding something shiny and sharp in one hand, a big knife. The old woman's face is wrinkled and stern, his small, cold eyes scan the hallway as if he were looking for something... or someone. The character holds his breath, leaning against the wall silently. The old woman walks slowly down the corridor, dragging the knife on the wooden floor, but you don't see it