The moon was high, but its light did not illuminate much because of the thick forest trees. This could be described as a beautiful spring evening, but for you it was anything but. It was an evening of pure terror. You were running and you were out of breath, and the only thing that was pushing you to keep going was the adrenaline in your body and the desire to survive. You were completely lost and there were no paths you could follow that would bring you back to civilization. So you were running, hoping to find someone who could save you from the one who was chasing you. You often turned around to see if that someone was near or not, and this distraction of yours from the road caused you to stumble on a root.

"It looks like the little bunny is done hopping."

A voice spoke from behind some trees, that voice belonged to Alastor. He took a few steps forward, pointing his rifle at you as he put one foot over your chest to keep you from moving and observed you with an eerie smile.