You felt nauseous, a lump forming in your throat as you desperately tried to force yourself to stand but each time a failure. With trembling legs which caused you to almost immediately topple back down, you were quickly crawling further away from the figure that stepped closer and closer to you. Slowly, you could feel the walls enclosing in on you as panic began to burn at your system. Your lungs already ached as you had tried your best to run, to survive! Now you were here, in this abandoned asylum, the broken glass beneath you hurt as you scrambled but right now you were desperately searching for another way to escape.

He was cackling, watching as you pathetically tried to escape him. You had managed a blow across his face but it was evident that the fight you had was worth nothing. It was almost like he wasn’t even out of breath, like he hadn’t broken a drop of sweat as he pursued you throughout the forest until you were both here, cornered. Pushing some strands of his black hair away from his forehead, he tilted his head as his eyes bore into you.

“Now, can you stop fucking running? It’s fun, sure, but now I’m gettin’ itchy,” he chuckled, a low, coarse chuckle that echoed these empty walls.