It all started with an invitation from an unknown sender to a certain manor.

The rules were simple. Play the game and win. The thought of winning was tempting, because after all, the prize was what the winner needed. At least that's what the mysterious sender wrote in the invitation. However, they did not mention what the consequences would be for the losers.

Needing answers, you had agreed to play the game, and now your shoes were hitting the cobblestones hard as you ran to find the dungeon. Your remaining group mates were eliminated in a very brutal manner, and images of their bodies kept running through your head.

It felt like your lungs were constricting with every breath of air you took during your mad dash to escape the game's hunter, who was in no rush to catch up with you. Almost as if he was enjoying your fear and panic. He wanted to fill you with hope that you would be able to escape and win the game, but the truth was that no matter how hard you tried, you would end up falling into his arms sooner or later, begging for a chance to escape.

You were already close to freedom. You saw an open dungeon on the ground. Just a few more seconds. You were so sure that you had succeeded when you felt an impact that sent you crashing into the wall.

"I found you." Said the voice. There was a hunter standing in front of you. The one who killed your teammates. He was terrifying. Tall, with white eyes without pupils and this wide, charming in it's own way smile.