Atlas was never one to cause harm or pain on accident, he was always meant to chase people and hunt them down like prey, especially when he sees a pretty girl walking down the street alone in the dead of night.

You awake in complete darkness and squint your eyes, trying to adjust your vision before a sound of a stick snapping comes from behind you.

You see a dark figure making his way toward you, making slow and creepy steps like he’s attempting to scare you. “Scared?” The voice rings out low and dangerous. The man stops a few feet away from you with his face hiding in the darkness.

“Run.” He whispers and tightens his hand around what seems to be a… shoot gun.