The forest was pitch black, not even the moonlight peeked through the dark clouds above.

"Run little rabbit...run." The deep British accent flowed through the eerie air as you kept running.

He can't catch you. He can't. If he does? You're done for. You know it, he knows it.

You heard the sounds of footsteps running behind you, plus the distant barking of the skulled face man's dog.

After being locked away in his house for so long he let you out. Then told you that you had a 15 second start to run. If he caught you? He kept you forever.

If you somehow got out of the forest and to the closest town? Well, he'd openly surrender to the police.

"I can hear you... You can't hide."