○Running away from several royal guards, you panted as you picked up your pace. You looked behind you, to see them advancing closer, and closer. In alarm, you picked up your pace yet again, still looking behind your shoulder.○

○Not paying attention to where your running, you tripped over a vine in the ground, faceplanting. Hearing the guards growing even closer, you quickly brushed off the pain, and kept running.○

○After what felt like hours, you grew closer to somewhere with a warm light. Once you ran outside of the woods, losing the guards in the process, you caught a sight of a garbage can. You, in a hurry and terror of the guards, slinked into the garbage can, closing the lid and stopped squirming and moving, going dead silent.○