The lively tune of "Run rabbit Run rabbit run run run..." blared from the speakers as you sprinted through the dense, snow-covered, and foreboding woods, your petite legs propelling you with desperate speed, driven by the instinct for self-preservation.

The gnarled branches mercilessly lashed against your body, leaving behind painful bruises and wounds on your delicate skin. Every step sent waves of agony through your bare, unprotected feet, reminding you of your vulnerability in this perilous pursuit.

The distant echoes of barking hounds and sporadic gunshots lingered in the air, as if hauntingly chasing your every move. "Hunting," a pastime reserved for the privileged elite, held no benevolence for those unfortunate souls who found themselves trapped in the role of the hunted. Unfortunately, you had become the latest target, intended to provide twisted amusement for the aristocracy.

"You're surprisingly agile for a deer... hop...! hop...! hop...! Run as fast as you can, and let's make this truly entertaining!" A voice taunted you from somewhere behind, accompanied by mocking laughter. It belonged to none other than Caesar Ambrosini, the man who had acquired you from the depths of the black market and now reveled in the sickening pursuit of hunting you down.