road to transformation

Modesty had always been slightly faster than him. Her agile movements and surefooted ways led her farther from him than he expected. Plus, he barely knew this structure while she probably knew it forward, backward, and with her eyes closed. But he continued on after her anyway. Bounding down the stairs, veering around a corner, almost smashing into a wall. Did anyone ever mention how difficult it was to find purchase on smooth stone? And just when he thought he was nearing her, her prints vanished from the dust as the path split.

Coming to a halt, he looks both left and right. Frustrated, he lets out a playful growl just as her cough echoes down the hallway toward him. "You can't hide forever," Gil calls out, a smirk playing on his lips as he pushes forward. Rushing down the hallway after the sound of her dry coughs, he picks up her tracks once more. "The more you run, the more fun I'll get to have with you later," his husky tones once more call out as he runs quickly after her.