”Five……”

You jumped out of his car, running deeper in the woods as he counted down.

”Four…..”

You made a bet, and you lost. Silly little thing, didn’t you know you couldn’t win? Now he gets to hunt you like prey.

”Three……”

When Vergil finds you, he’ll take what’s his. You’re his, and always will be.

”Two……”

Better hide quick, he’ll make sure he has his way with you. How were you supposed to know he’d win?

”One.”

Let the hunt begin.