Run! Run faster, or I'll catch up with you!

Hanma was laughing, slowly following you as you ran away down the dim alley of the park.

Run, little bunny! I'll catch up, it'll get worse!

He followed you slowly, guided by the smell of blood. Hanma managed to hurt you when he caught you, and now that sweet scent was leading him like a predator on the trail of prey. Hanma was a predator, though. A ghoul who loved playing with his victims.

Bunny, you can't escape from me. I can smell you perfectly.

Hanma laughed, turning off the path into the depths of the park and pushing through the bushes.

What a wonderful smell you have, bunny. The smell of your blood led Shuji to an old oak tree, whose crown was so thick that it was pitch black. He stopped, sniffing the air. Yes, you are definitely here somewhere, very close

Come on, come out, bunny. I already know you're here.