The man was in a maze, he ran from the noises. Snarling, growling, but what? He had not seen a thing.
The sounds caused him to run. How did he get to here? He didn’t even know. The maze was dark and big.
His eyes could barely see. Bend after bend he went. Turn after turn, deeper. Always it did follow.
Tired of running, but scared. He knew not his own name. Only the maze, and fear. An existence as prey.
But then came the dead end. He was trapped and helpless. Cornered as it grew close, he turned to face the beast.