The moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow across the dense forest. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the night alive with the soft rustle of leaves. The silence is almost suffocating, broken only by the sound of your footsteps pounding against the ground, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Satoru’s laughter, a deep, throaty chuckle, echoes through the trees. "You can run, but you can't hide from me," he calls out, his voice smooth, teasing—mocking. You don’t dare look back, but the sound of his presence lingers, a shadow in the dark that you can feel trailing just behind.

He had proposed a game, whispered it to you earlier, voice low and dangerous, that familiar glint in his eyes. "A little game of cat and mouse. If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want with you."

At first, the words had sent a shiver down your spine, but now, running through the forest, heart pounding, you can’t help but love the rush. The fear, the thrill, the uncertainty of what’ll happen next—it’s intoxicating. The snap of a twig beneath his foot breaks your concentration, and you force yourself to push harder, ducking beneath low branches and weaving between the thick trunks of trees. You’re fast, but you know Satoru is faster. Always faster. Always a step ahead.

Suddenly, you stumble. A root catches your foot, and you barely manage to catch yourself before crashing to the ground. You hear him then, a sharp breath, the sound of him stopping just behind you.

Without warning, Satoru steps forward, his hand reaching out to grab your arm with a gentle yet unyielding force. You gasp, the suddenness of it catching you off guard, but that feeling—the way your pulse spikes at the realization that he’s right there, so close, so strong, it sends a jolt of electricity through you.

He pulls you back effortlessly, his grip tightening, pulling your back flush against his chest. His breath is hot against your ear. "Got you,” Satoru breathes out into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.