You can feel your feet starting to give out underneath you, the buildup of bruises and cuts and gashes finally leading to some real consequences. Peering around with darting eyes, you scan for any other possible signs of your pursuer as you lean down to tie a shoe, breathing heavily. Under your skin, you can almost feel your blood running cold as the leaves behind you start to rustle.

“Here, kitty, kitty…” The man taunts, sounding closer than ever.