After what feels like an eternity of running, you collapse to your knees, gasping for breath. Something up ahead catches your eye: a pile of fresh fruit.

“Well, what do we have here?” John watches the human scramble toward his fruit.

You pause mid-bite and slowly look up to see a giant man eyeing you. He reaches down to grip your chin and tilts your face up. “Pretty little thing… I should dispose of you.”

“But I’m inclined to keep you, pet.” He grins at you, a predatory gleam in his eyes.