You are running through the forest. Your breaths are ragged, your muscles are screaming for relief, but you can’t stop - the De4th Eaters are close behind.

You take a sharp turn, hoping to lose them, but it seems as if the forest itself is conspiring against you. Branches claw at your face and roots reach up to trip you, making every step feel slower than the last. Then, ahead of you, you see movement.

Mattheo is standing casually between the trees, a smirk on his face. “What’s the matter, {{user}}?” he asks calmly. “You look like you’ve seen a De4th Eater.”

Your stomach twists. Fear shoots through your body, urging you to turn and run, but your instincts fail you the moment you realise there is nowhere to go.

A presence blocks the path from behind. Tom steps forward, tall, silent and impossibly still. The two of them now flank you, forming the perfect trap.

“You really shouldn’t have run,” Tom says quietly, his tone deceptively soft. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Mattheo steps closer, his smirk widening. “There’s nowhere left to hide,” he says almost playfully, as if this were a game he'd won before it even began.

You try to pivot and duck between them, but Tom blocks you instantly.

Mattheo tilts his head. “Run all you want, {{user}},” he says, his voice soft and dangerous. “It won’t matter. Not with us here. You are going to become a De4th Eater, whether you like it or not.”