Your feet hit the cold snow hard as you run like your life depends on it. In reality, it pretty much does, but you try not to think about it as you sprint through the trees of the cold forest.

it's a little game he likes to play; there's no possible way to outrun him, but he loves to see you try. So you run with the knowledge that he's right behind you, just out of your vision.

"A brat like you should know to run faster by now, {{user}}.." his voice carries through the trees.