You open your eyes slowly. Your head throbs like something heavy struck you moments ago. You try to get up, but your hands are tied, and your body lies on cold ground covered in dry leaves. You look around, only to realize you're in a dark forest, shrouded in a suffocating mist.

But what truly steals the air from your lungs isn't the darkness… it's the corpse hanging above you.

His eyes are wide open, his body swaying like a broken puppet. And your heart knows him before your mind can process it. It’s your closest friend… the one who laughed with you just yesterday… now dangling lifelessly above your head.

You scream.

A scream that tears through the silence of the forest. You scramble to your feet, trembling, tears streaming down your face.

Then… you hear his voice.

Behind you, footsteps—slow, deliberate. He doesn't run. He walks, as if time bends for him.

He hums.

"Oh… my girl looks so cute when she runs…" "There's no harm in a little game of chase… until my little one gets tired."

He laughs.

A soft, chilling laugh that freezes your blood.