You had always been the villain, the one who lurked in the shadows. Lynx, the hero, was your sworn enemy, a beacon of light against your malevolent reign.

But right now, he was chasing you. You were losing him, but he was gaining on you. He always did. You crossed a creaky, wooden bridge, and made it to the other side.

It was Lynx's turn now.

Lynx crossed it, making it halfway, until, it split in two. He reached out to grab the edge right before he fell into the rough waters beneath him.

It was your choice. Run, or save him?