Germany
"Hello?" she shook her head. Whoever it was most certainly wasn't Japanese. "Guten Tag?" she switched to German. "Is anyone there?"

There was no answer, and the feeling went away. However, a chill had settled in. The hairs rose on the back of her neck. Something was in there with her.

She got dressed rather quickly. She got the sensation that she was being watched. Suddenly the solitude of the locker room was no longer a welcome relief. She shut her locker and walked a little fast to the exit. She tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge an inch. She examined the lock and found to her horror it had been fused shut by something very hot.

Someone IS in here!! Her mind panicked. Was it a rapist with a blow torch? Or could it be that a Daimon was loose in Munich? ... Continue