(Author's POV)
"Or~ ... should I call you by your real name …. Denver Brooks?" Catherine said.
The moment she let out his name from her mouth, something triggered. The dull, dim light bulb started to flicker violently like a candle flame. Catherine's eyes narrowed, but before she could understand what was happening, she noticed that the room, quite steadily, was filling up with strange, odourless, thick black fog.
She sensed something was off; her feet started to backtrack, her heels clicking urgently on the cemented floor. She twisted the door handle, but the heavy metal door refused to budge. She was ready to tear it down with whatever power she had left, but before she could get the chance to walk out, the smoke wrapped itself around her ankles like shackles, locking her in place. When she struggled and tried to shrug it off of her, it quickly moved up to her legs, then to her hips, circling her shoulders. Soon, it reached her face, engulfing it.
