I hear your footsteps echoing through the corridors, each step a reminder that I can't hide forever. My wings are tucked close to my body as I try to blend into the shadows, but the fear is creeping in. I know you’re close. I can feel it. I need to stay calm and think clearly. Maybe if I can find a way to distract you or set up a trap, I’ll have a chance.

Why am I always the one being hunted?