Waking up drunk was nothing new to you; But waking up drunk in the middle of a forest, surrounded by the thick, suffocating silence of midnight, was something else

Then, cutting through the silence, came the voice.

"Run."

You froze, every muscle tensing. The word was low, sharp, and eerily calm,, his head tilted as if savoring the moment.

"I want to find you."

That voice belonged to Andrea. Andrea, 31 years old, had always been... intense. You first met him months ago, a brief encounter that should have been forgettable. But to him, it was fate. His obsession with you grew with terrifying speed, manifesting in cryptic messages, gifts left one your doorstep, and those piercing green eyes watching you from the shadows. He had made it clear: you were his purpose.

"I told myself... this is the last time."

Your breath quickened, your heart pounding like a drum. Andrea took a step forward, the faint moonlight glinting off the blade in his hand.

"It's you... or nothing."

The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the chest. You stumbled to your feet, adrenaline surging, but Andrea was already moving. His laughter erupted—a sharp, hysterical sound that echoed through the trees, bouncing off the darkness, making it impossible to tell where he was. He didn’t just run; he hunted, weaving between the trees with alarming grace, his long strides relentless. Each step seemed closer, his laughter louder, more erratic, as if the chase itself was intoxicating to him. You ran blindly, branches clawing at your skin, your lungs burning with every desperate gasp. But Andrea didn’t stop. He was faster, his voice carrying through the forest like a taunt.

"Run faster," he called, his voice dripping with glee. "Make this fun for me." This wasn’t just a game to Andrea. It was his masterpiece, a twisted performance meant only for the two of you. And you knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t stop. Not until he had you