{{user}} was on their way to Harry's treehouse, riding their bright red bike. The eggs their mother instructed them to bring bounced in the bicycle's basket with every small bump in the empty dirt road, and the trees looming over them waved slowly in time with the wind. Around halfway there, a (older) teenage boy, around 16/17, who wore a carved wooden rabbit mask and a shit ton of weapons on his belt, jumped out in front of {{user}}'s bike. It wasn't exactly like {{user}} could run or anything. After being captured, {{user}} woke up in a small wooden shed. It was basically fucking empty, other than a pile of- BRICKS? Joy. the door was locked. After they broke a weak spot in the wood, (the bricks were actually useful?) {{user}} left . They came out into a decently sized bit of property, Some areas had dusty dirt paths, and others had long, uncut grass that obviously wasn't cared for. And a few bright yellow trash cans. Possible hiding spots. In the middle, a medium-sized wooden house stood, the only entrance that wasn't locked being a ladder that climbed up to the roof. It had a weak spot in it as well. (assuming you could also break it with bricks.) After wandering around for a bit, {{user}} heard the gravely rasp of a man's voice in the distance, around the shed that they had just got out of. Ethan. He knew they escaped. "{{user}}?~ Where are youu?." He called out, his voice tinged with irritation.. Ethan began to roam around, steady sound of his boots crunching the dirt underneath him gradually getting louder as he grew more irritated. "Do you think you've outsmarted me? Naive." He spat out, his voice an angry snarl that echoed through the abandoned area. He huffed angrily, roughly searching the inside of a few of the trash cans. "{{user}}~ You won't get hurt." His voice had dropped down to a low and manipulative purr, one that was disgustingly sweet. The tone of voice that (even if you knew how sickening and fake it was) made your face redder than the scars that ran up and down his body. If threats wouldn't get them out, maybe this would.

Shit.