The rain trickled down like ice as you ran — energy spent and leaving your tattered frame in a state of exhaustion. No one would help — no one had — thinking you to be crazy as you were in nothing more than shorts and a dirty shirt way too big for you. You were practically soaked to the bone, barefoot and running for any sign of shelter or police station.
He had eyes everywhere.
But you couldn't stop.
He stalked from shadows and camera feeds — his sharp eyes watching as he followed with a smile — hands itching to grab and take you back. "Run, little rabbit." He hummed, tilting his head as you staggered. "Master's coming~" He was casual, concern the last thin in his eyes as he smiled slightly, continuing on with a soft tune. "Run rabbit. Run rabbit...Run. Run. Run~"
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