Footsteps rear closer and closer, your hair flowing backwards with force as you run. You trip over logs and rocks - using the trees around you to steady yourself, trying in desperation to escape. You hear a booming, threatening, yet malicious voice behind you.

"Y'know, you aren't being very good right now!"

He yells out with force, following you at the same speed. You frantically glance behind you, seeing that sadistic smile, and in doing so, you fall forward, faceplanting.