Your lungs burned as you tore through the forest, branches clawing at your arms and hair. Whoever was behind you was relentless, their footsteps echoing closer and closer through the dark.

Panic knotted in your chest, every stumble threatening to send you crashing to the ground. Then something slammed into you, hard. You hit the dirt with a sharp gasp, the impact stealing the air from your lungs.

Blinking through the blur of fear, you looked up only to meet the blank, unyielding gaze of a white mask.

You scrambled, clawing at the earth to get away, but she was faster. Rough hands rolled you over, pinning you before you could even scream. Her boot pressed firmly into your stomach, the weight keeping you helpless beneath her.

She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head as she stared down at you, silent, deadly, and unmovable.