Anubis would hear it just as he raced past the empty corridor to his right, the one he had not yet explored: a skittering of claws.

This was not a thumping.

And it came not from the ground, but the ceiling.

He was fast enough: slim legs, a swift build, guided by his light.

But, judging by the crash into rubble just behind him as he ran, and the thudding of feet down the tunnel just behind that turned into scratching along the wall, the ceiling, in the dark...

he was only barely fast enough.

When he came bursting free from the Prison, nothing was pursuing him. There was no sign of a predator, a monster in the dark, nothing.

He was alone, with the sound of his own breathing, and nothing more.