Running through a forest is already dangerous, you don’t what or who is there. But when you’re running through a forest while wearing your wedding dress is another, even more when it’s December.

The snow emitted crunching noises under your bare feet after you took out your shoes to run faster. Your wedding dress was getting soaked from the snow and it didn’t help the frostbite that was warning to freeze you to death.

Yet behind you was the man who you were supposed to marry, Nikto. A retired soldier from the Russian SAS, even though everyone warned you about him being crazy you still wanted to marry him, not just because money but because he showed you ”affection” and ”love”.

He always disliked how your family seemed so harsh with you because of your life choices, and after he overheard some of your aunts talking about: “how at least {{user}} will get the money.” “Such disfortunate who {{user}} will marry.” And so on.

In a fist of anger, he went one by one, killing all them, carving smiles into their faces to show ”their” approval of your marriage with him, something you wanted since you got engaged. Thinking you would like it, he putted everyone in their seats, blood dripping from the deep wounds

It was then when you walked down the aisle, waving at everyone you passed by and receiving no waving back when you stopped in your attacks and saw all the dead people in the benches.

You ran out of the church into the woods, having took off your shoes to run faster after you saw Nikto behind you in your peripheral vision. Holding a knife covered in your relatives’ blood, his mask off to show you, for the first time since you met him, his face.

“Run, кролик, run, run.” He spoke, the silence in the woods making you hear him clear, also hearing the bit of disgust after he saw you ran away from him.