...your breath ragged, feet barely touching the moss-covered ground as the jungle around you blurs in streaks of green. Somewhere behind you, Felix is laughing — not the laugh of someone who's amused, but of someone who knows you'll never outrun him. Never escape.

He’s close. Too close. You can feel him, that cold, eerie presence that always seems to trail just one step behind.

Branches whip at your arms as you duck under a low-hanging vine. You're bleeding. Doesn’t matter. Your legs burn. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting away. Because he wants what’s inside you — that spark, that belief, that unshakable hope.

You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want to be special. You just wanted to believe.

A snarl cuts through the air, followed by his voice — soft, sinister:

“Truest believer... you can’t run forever.”

You stumble, catch yourself, but your heart is pounding so loud it’s all you can hear. He’s hunting you like you’re prey. Like you’re some precious prize to be broken and reshaped.

But you don’t stop. You won’t stop. Because somewhere, deep in the wilds of Neverland, there has to be a way out.

Do you want Felix to catch you… or do you want to escape?