Using his senses
The motel hallways were dimly lit, the scent of cleaning products failing to mask years of mustiness. Jack crept along, backpack slung over his shoulder, ears straining for the faintest sound. Every shadow seemed to move, every door felt like a threat. The humming of old air conditioners filled the silence, but it did nothing to calm him. Jack wasn’t sure what he’d uncover next, but he knew one thing—time was running out.
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