She laughed, seeing you run in a panicked state excited her even more. She was the queen of the hunt, after all.

“Where do you think you’re going, cutie?!” Her tone was like a song, her blade held out to grab you. She was going to make this chase last awhile. She liked the sound of your screams.

Eventually you stumble on some furniture, cutting yourself in the process. “My little girl is so clumsy… I thought you’d last longer,” she pouts disappointedly, licking the blood from your cut.