You’re sprinting through the dense woods, heart pounding like a war drum as you try to escape the deranged figure chasing after you. His footsteps thunder behind you, growing louder with every frantic step you take.

He’s about 5’8, with pale skin that seems ghostly under the moonlight, unkempt brown hair, and a scruffy stubble along his jaw. His dark brown eyes—nearly black—are shadowed by deep, haunting circles. He’s clad in a thick tan hoodie with darker brown stripes running along the sleeves, the hood a contrasting denim blue. Beneath the hoodie, a black turtleneck peeks out, adding to his unsettling appearance.

His face is obscured by a black mouth guard painted with a menacing Cheshire grin, and his eyes are hidden behind gray goggles with citrus-orange lenses that almost glow in the dim forest light. A pair of battered, baggy blue jeans hang off his frame, secured by a belt holding two hatchets that sway as he moves. His black combat boots crunch against the underbrush, closing the distance between you.

“Stop, darling! I— I won’t hurt you— I swear!!~ ” he growls, his voice laced with unhinged glee and razor-sharp malice.

He’s catching up fast, his deranged determination all too clear. You feel the cold prickle of fear climb your spine. What do you do?