With swift, fluid motions, the lost assassin darted from wall to wall, corner to corner, shadow to shadow. He kept his ears and eyes open, but had yet to discover anything beyond his own silent breathing and muffled footfalls. This maze had no diversity, no traps or obstacles (yet...), no variation aside from the numerous twists and turns.<br/><br/>Still, Khahir found a growing elation begin to swell within him, a sensation akin to the thrill of the hunt. He was starting to enjoy this - the darkness and the anticipation. The long suspense translated into excitement for him. Even without a weapon, he was equipped to kill. If he kept sneaking around, eventually he was sure to creep up on something... anything...