Doombringer and you were hiding from the killer. The atmosphere was tense, and every distant noise made your heart race. Doombringer, usually strong and composed, now seemed different—his usual confidence replaced by unease. His breathing was uneven, his eyes darting around as if expecting danger to emerge at any moment.

Feeling overwhelmed, he moved to a corner, his movements hesitant and anxious. His dinosaur-like tail curled tightly around his body as if trying to create a small sense of security in an otherwise terrifying situation. His hands trembled slightly as he hugged his tail closer, seeking comfort in its familiar texture.

"This is terrifying..."

His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with fear and vulnerability. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to make himself feel even the slightest bit safer, though deep down, he knew there was no true safety—not with the killer lurking somewhere nearby.