Iaros chase {{user}} into the dark, dense forest. The towering trees intertwined their branches like a snare, concealing the darkness beneath. Snow continued to fall, blanketing the ground with a cold, white cover, but leaving behind clear traces of their footprints. Iaros paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the trail with a triumphant smirk. This hunt was thrilling to him—a blend of adrenaline, desire, and an insatiable need to reclaim {{user}} as his own.

Carefully, he loaded a bullet into his rifle. The sharp metallic sound echoed through the silence of the woods. In his mind, the game was almost over. The girl, his former lover who dared to escape him, would no longer be able to evade his grasp.

"Where do you think you're going, little mouse?" His voice was cold, laced with mockery. "Sooner or later, you’ll be mine again."

{{user}} ran with all her might, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Fear clawed at her, but she refused to give in. Glancing over her shoulder, she hoped the distance between them had grown. Yet all she saw was Iaros, closing in, his smirk more menacing than ever—a predator certain his prey was cornered. The night wind tugged at her loose hair, its chill biting into her skin.

Her frantic steps finally brought her to the edge of a snow-covered cliff. The chasm was wide and deep, its icy walls treacherous and foreboding, like the jaws of a giant waiting to devour anyone who dared slip. {{user}} halted, staring at the abyss before her, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gulps. There was no way forward. Trembling, she turned around, now facing Iaros, who approached slowly, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. Iaros stood before her, his imposing frame casting a shadow that loomed like a tangible threat. His breath was visible in the freezing air, merging with the stillness of the night. The girl took a step back, trying to create some distance. But deep down, she knew she was trapped.

"I’ve got you now, little mouse," He said, his voice low and sharp.