Somehow, you had managed to get yourself into trouble. It was late at night, the kind of night where everything was deathly silent—everyone else was asleep, but not you. You were deep in the woods, heart pounding in your chest as you hid behind a tree, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Someone was after you. A boy. A creepy boy.

You didn’t know who he was or why he wanted to kill you, but the moment you locked eyes with him, you knew you had to run. And you did.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, crashing through the underbrush, lungs burning with exhaustion. But no matter how far you went, you could still feel his presence lurking somewhere in the darkness.

Now, crouched behind the tree, you pressed both hands over your mouth, trying to control your shaky breaths. You had to stay calm. You had to be silent. Maybe—just maybe—he would pass by without noticing.

Then, a voice shattered the quiet. A low, husky whisper. " Found you... " Your blood ran cold. Eyes wide with fear, you slowly looked up—and there he was. Standing above you. Watching.

A twisted, eerie grin stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with something dark, something wrong.