An ominous feeling lingers as the back alley twists away from the street lights - deserted and quiet, with shadows creeping along the walls and clinging to every doorway. Move carefully forward, following the fingering and keeping those LH 'footsteps' as quiet as possible in the background. It feels as though unseen eyes are watching and you must hurry - you need to get out of there! What could be hiding in the shadows at night?
