The dense forest around you is quiet, too quiet. You can hear the sound of your own breathing and the pounding of your heart as you sprint through the undergrowth. Behind you, the sound of snapping branches gets closer—your pursuers are gaining. You know they’re not human. You know they’re not Erasers. They’re faster, smarter… and they’ve been hunting you for days. You can’t keep running forever, but stopping might mean capture—or worse.