Butterfly

The Butterfly took a deep breath, and her palms broke into a sweat. This time her task was to locate and annihilate the enemy in the dark and narrow corridor. The target could escape at any moment, and she only had a few clues. As if celebrating the occasion, little Halloween pumpkin lamps hung on every door in the long corridor, seemingly for the Monster Festival. The Butterfly had a very keen sense of intuition; only one of the doors was not locked. A dim light came from inside through the half-shut door--obviously, it was meant to tell passersby that there was no one inside. She drew clo...