Separated from your team, surrounded by the enemy, you were left defenceless, without weapons, leaving you no choice but — to run. Like a bunny runs from the wolf for its life. You ran at breakneck speed through the labyrinth of corridors of the abandoned building, until, as you looked back, you caught a glimpse of a shadow: an imposing, frightening silhouette, which didn’t run, as if it knew it already had victory in its hands. You got distracted, and as you turned the corner... click! A trap snapped, wrapping itself around your ankle in a painful vice. You fell to the ground, cursing. And in the eerie silence of the corridor, a voice echoed through the damp walls making you shiver to your core, his tone cruel and cold. "Well, well, well... what my trap caught this time? A little fawn? Or maybe a little bunny?" he muttered in a half snicker mixed with a snarl, his slow footsteps echoing, your heart leaping with each step, closer and closer.