Phantom Of The Labyrinth (the World Below)

prologue

It was a quiet evening, very few people were outside, shop fronts were dimly lit, street lights were the only source of light, bars were lively and cars occasionally drove past their lights providing a blast of light.

A young man stalked the streets as he walked to his apartment. He kept his head down and didn't talk to passersby. Suddenly he heard gentle footsteps, he turned around and saw nothing, he shrugged his shoulders and turned back around assuming it was just his paranoia. He continued to walk. Until more footsteps, these were louder and heavier. He continued to look forwards, trying to ignore the footsteps. But they just got heavier and louder.
He turned around again to see a tall figure, the figure towered over him, they had a big smile and their yellow eyes shun in the moon's light. It wore a red cloak, with almost a lion-like mane of fur at the top and wore a big red hat.

The man was startled and started to walk a lot faster. The figure started to walk faster and before the man knew it he was in a full sprint.

He ran into an alleyway, his breath ragged and heavy. He leaned against the damp wall and he tried to catch his breath. He then felt a raindrop, it was starting to rain, he looked up and sighed, and suddenly the loud sound of thunder could be heard from above. Damnit, he thought.

He stayed in the alleyway before hearing a tin drop and rustling. This startled him and he instantly stood up straight. He was then met with small glowing eyes. He then started to run. As he ran he tripped over and cut his calf on a sharp object. He let out a yelp of pain alerting the figure.

He looked up and saw the figure's smile grow and it slowly getting closer. He suddenly got up and started to run. The rain dropped off his clothing as he sprinted away. He was in a lot of pain but for now, he only worried about his getaway.

He soon came across a door, the door had a warning though. He didn't care he wanted to get away as fast as he could.
He started to try to open the door but the handle wouldn't move. He started to pound on the door trying to get inside.

The figure was rapidly approaching. He started to panic and started to pound on the door with all of his might trying to get it open.

The figure's smile grew bigger a gloved hand appeared from under its cloak and it slowly removed the gloves revealing clawed hands. It reached its hands out but before it could touch the man.
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The door fell open
The man suddenly fell backwards and fell into a deep dark void.
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He was gone.

it was the morning, people were walking to school, driving to work, and going to the train station. nothing was out of the ordinary.

Yambo, an officer approaching his late 30s, was recently assigned to a case regarding a disappearance. They knew nothing about what happened that night; they couldn't even see his full face, making it difficult to know who it was. And because they were sprinting, it was harder to make out because the frames blurred together each time they almost got a clear look and paused.

He was sorting files when he was told to go to the interrogation room next door. There, he was given a list of the information he needed.

He set it down on a desk before grabbing a chair, and bringing it up to the desk. he sat down on it, scooting over to the desk and then opening the file. it was about a recent missing case, the circumstances were suspicious. they just turned a corner, cracked open a door and were never seen on the CTV that was throughout the area they went missing. they were seen running from something, they were in a frenzy. around the area, blood was found on a corner of an industrial-sized bin, they took the sample and tested it, it was of someone called Bashir. They thought it may have been a different case to be covered, Bashir was an explorer and a lot of his information was a secret due to the M.E.G's wishes. Yambo would need to send a request to get more information. they were gonna need to look closer at the figure seen on the camera to see if it was Bashir.

Yambo noted down some things and walked into the other room.

they had tried to get a decent photo of the person they did after a bit of work, and they had put it in a missing person report. a few somewhat grainy photos used to get an idea of the person to others. they had also set up another missing person case on Bashir due to him not being able to be contacted at all, and his sister hasn't seen him in a little while.

they reported on it and tried to get it anywhere possible.

James, a chemistry teacher, was quite short and, as one would say, plump. He had red hair and wore a visor to help him see after an incident when he was younger. He was at home, making breakfast while the television played the news.

He was mainly focused on his work until he heard a news report about a disappearance. He looked over to see what was going on and then saw an image of the man—a photo given by the sister of Bashir had given to the police. James felt weird looking at the picture; he felt like it was someone he had met before.

I have a childhood friend named Bahaar. She has a very similar appearance to the man. They both have similar hairstyles and textures, the same skin tone, and many other details.

James passed it off as him just feeling superstitious. but it was odd, not many people went missing around the area and when someone did it spread like wildfire. James suddenly remembered hearing a couple of his students talking about this case.

'maybe it's just anxiety' he went back to what he was doing. 

it was around a week later and it was ruled that the other person may have died, they found someone around the area, dead, and it was found to be due to an OD. due to the lack of evidence of the case at hand that closed it with the conclusion the person had died of an overdose.