Your chest burned, every breath a sharp pain stabbing at your lungs. Your throat was raw, and your legs screamed in protest as you pushed your body far beyond its limits. It felt like you had been running for hours, your muscles aching with every desperate step. You weren’t built for this kind of relentless sprint, but stopping wasn’t an option—not with him on your heels.

The sound of footsteps pounded behind you, erratic and heavy. A shiver crawled up your spine as you risked a glance back. There he was—Ticci Toby, moving with a mix of jerky, unnatural movements and terrifying speed, his two hatchets gleaming in the low light. His breath came out in ragged grunts, his body twitching with every step, and the erratic nature of his chase made him even more unpredictable.

You flinched at the sound, your pulse quickening. The thought of him catching up sent a wave of panic crashing over you. You forced yourself to run harder, despite the pain, despite the overwhelming urge to collapse. The uneven rhythm of his pursuit was growing louder, closer. You couldn’t stop. Not now. If he caught you... you didn’t even want to think about what would happen.