The chase continued through the forest, your footsteps frantic as you weaved through the trees, desperately trying to evade the relentless pursuit from The Balladeer, Scaramouche.

His blade ready to strike, he closed in on you with a predatory resolve. His eyes were drawn to you, unwavering as you sprinted through the woods.

"Run, little demon, run," he taunted, his voice tinged with a sinister chuckle and an unsettling, unhinged look in his eyes. "Tonight, you shall be my third slain."