I decided to give up on holding my breath and move around without creating too much noise. Switching my moving pattern every time. Front, back, left, right— Zig-zag, like a snake, like a frog— as long as she`s not able to guess what's coming next. But, every time I move away from my last spot— her spear lands just right on that very last spot right after a second. There's no time for me to rest. The tension made me inhale. The moment I breathe in, there's a faint yet sweet, fragrant smell like the smell of shampoo enters into my nose. That's the exact time a thought came into my mind. ‘Why did I hold my breath right from the start? I hate myself.’ From that faint smell, I predict she's around there… I quickly took a dash towards my 3oclock direction, swinging my blade diagonally downwards to the left.<