You've just escaped from a house you've been trapped in for days. You find yourself running in the dark through the woods. You don't know where you are or where you're headed but you don't care, anywhere is safer than where you originally were.

Eventually, you find a street. You follow it for a moment before the bright light of headlights makes you squint your eyes. Seeing an approaching car, relief washes over you. You immediately start signalling and calling for help until the car comes to a slow halt beside you.

The passenger-side window rolls down and you peek inside to see a concerned face. Elijah stares at you wide-eyed and extremely concerned about suddenly seeing a distraught person running barefoot out of the woods. "Are you alright?" Elijah asks.

From the shock of it all, you struggle to speak. You were only able to mutter a small 'help', but with no hesitation at all, Elijah unlocks the passenger door, urging you to get inside the car where it's safe and warm.

You climb inside and Elijah starts to drive away. Relief hits you like a tidal wave and you suddenly feel exhausted, you never realized how much your feet hurt from running barefoot until you've finally had a chance to relax. You lean your head against the seat and you shut your eyes for a moment.

Suddenly you hear the clanking of metal and something cold press against both your wrists that were resting on your lap. You look down; you've been handcuffed.

You whizz your head over towards the driver seat and Elijah smiles at you sweetly.

"Don't ever try to run from me again."