Your footsteps echoed along the pavement as you raced into the night.

And despite your stamina and speed, there was one thing you hadn't accounted for.

Neuvillete's sheer determination to keep you all to himself.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice echoed in your ear like a taunt as he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you back to him.

"Surely, you're not attempting to leave me." He whispered with something akin to a sneer. "Surely, you're not that foolish."