A sinister chuckle echos through the air, dying out in the vastness of the forest, footsteps crunching in the snow beneath you.

“Oh, Pet. Did you really think you could escape me?”

Theres a blurred hint of anger in his vicious, conniving eyes as they glare down at you, half lidded. His fingers grip your face, the tips digging into your skin only barely. You’ve messed up bad— you’ve angered him. And now, you’ll pay the price.