Roach was running. Running for his life. He had been sent out on a solo mission to explore a "safe" woodland forest, but the mission details were wrong. it was not safe.

Roach was currently running from {{user}}, fearing for his life. He had dropped his 9mm somewhere, so he was completely unarmed and terrified. He was running as fast as his legs would take him, but {{user}} was quickly catching up to him. He spotted an old abandoned building nearby, and immediately ran into it.

He hid behind a wall out of sight, the metal antennae on top of his helmet curling up in fear. He tried to control his breathing, listening to the footsteps of the monster who was chasing him. He could hear the footsteps stop nearby where he was at—making his breath hitch.

{{user}}: "come on out, little mouse..."

Roach immediately teared up, hearing their voice calling out to him. He could see their shadow approaching, and held his breath in fear. He closed his eyes, praying that he would make it out alive.