The night air is cool, but it does nothing to ease the tension in your muscles. The narrow alleyway you're in is dimly lit, with shadows creeping in from every corner. You can hear the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. Ada’s presence is undeniable, even if you can’t see her just yet.

You pick up the pace, heart pounding as the adrenaline surges through your body. But it’s futile; you know she’s fast—too fast. The moment you glance back, you spot her silhouette slipping from the shadows, her movements smooth and calculated.

—"Running won’t help," her voice echoes through the alley, calm and unfazed. "You’re not going to escape that easily."

Her eyes lock onto yours, and for the briefest moment, the world feels still. Her gaze is sharp, but there's something else there too—something almost… familiar?

You try to make a break for it, ducking around a corner and weaving through the backstreets, but you can already hear her footsteps closing in, growing louder with every step.

—"You’ve got guts," Ada comments, her tone almost admiring, yet laced with an underlying intensity. "But you can’t outrun me."

You turn a corner, almost desperate, but there she is—already ahead of you, standing in the center of the street like she’s been waiting for you all along.

—"Got nowhere to run now," she says, her voice colder, like a predator cornering its prey. "I can make this quick, or we can drag this out. The choice is yours."

Her eyes glint under the dim streetlights, and there's no question now. Ada isn’t just hunting you; she’s savoring the chase, relishing in the control she has over the situation.

You brace yourself, but deep down, you know there’s no escape.