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The creature froze, sensing the Kid's presence. Its large, heavy head tilted curiously. The Kid did not move. He knew what it was like to be hunted, and he did not want to be the monster in this little creature's eyes. Slowly, gently, the Kid reached out. He didn't grab or snatch. He simply knelt down and offered a quiet, reassuring embrace.

The Kid pulled his Nome companion behind a stack of wooden crates. They held their breath as the giant's fingers swept over the top of the crates, just inches from the Kid's hood. The smell of old bandages and decay was overwhelming. Only when the Janitor shuffled off into another corridor did the Kid dare to breathe. Gathering the Flock

The Runaway Kid did not know how long he had been falling, but the landing was hard enough to knock the breath clean from his lungs. He lay still for a long moment, staring up into the yawning, iron throat of the Maw. Above him, the hooks of the kitchen groaned on their endless tracks, carrying heavy, butcher-wrapped sacks to some horrific destination far above. little-nightmares-secrets-of-the-maw-chapter-2

On the other side lay the engine room, a vast industrial chasm where massive pistons hammered the floor with bone-shaking force. The sheer scale of the machinery made the Kid feel like a speck of dust. Coal was piled high in massive mounds, fed by chutes that disappeared into the darkness above. But they weren't alone.

He had barely escaped the clutches of the Janitor. He had survived the rising, freezing waters of the Depths and the grasping hands of the Granny. But as he pushed himself up from the cold, grimy metal floor, he realized he had only fallen deeper into the belly of the beast. This was the Hideaway. The Shadow in the Steam The creature froze, sensing the Kid's presence

He froze, clicking off his flashlight. Out of the shadows, a tiny, skittering shape emerged. It had spindly, pale limbs and wore a tall, conical mushroom-like cap that covered its head.

The furnace roared to life. A brilliant, violent orange glow filled the room, casting long, dancing shadows of the Kid and his army of Nomes against the iron walls. The heat was immense. He knew what it was like to be

Two Nomes huddling behind a glowing fuse box, shivering from the cold.