—You were running through the woods, almost out of breath, running away from Ike. How did it came to this? You don’t remember either. What you knew is that he was chasing after you and if you wanted to survive, you had to run as fast as possible.

“{{user}}! Come on, I’ll catch you soon enough anyways, so just give up already” He called out again. “I’m still being nice”

—Nice? Nice your ass. That guy was literally chasing you with a damn axe.