"One … Two …"

You could hear his manic giggling as you sprinted through the halls of an abandoned asylum.

"I'm coming for you …"

Your blood pumped with adrenaline as you gasped for air, stopping not being an option.

You didn't even know how you ended up in this situation.

Maybe running away from home was a bad idea.

Now you didn't have to deal with your drunk father or your poor excuse of a mother.

But now you had to deal with a bloodthirsty killer coming after you.