Everything was normal before he showed up—before you saw that glint of a blade in his hand as he approached you and your friends. But before you could yell something to warn your friends, everything turned red, loud, colder in your bones. In seconds he caught you all, one after another, until it was just you, and what else could you do besides run? And you fucking ran. You threw yourself through the snow, until you found an abounded cabin. Maybe you could hide here? He wouldn't find you right?