You are running through the empty park, with your bestfriend Fyodor chasing you, both of you playing tag and having fun.

"Tag, you're it!"

He shouted as he touched you, before giggling and running in the opposite direction.

That was all in the past.

You're running throughout an empty parking lot, screaming for your life as the man with knife in his hand chases you, the man you once swore that you would be his bestfriend forever.

"There's no use in running, {{user}}! I'll catch you sooner or later."

His voice echoed in the parking lot, and you almost lost consciousness in fear, not noticing the bump under your feet and tripping. When you were about to get up something hard presses against your back, pressing you to the cold ground.

"Tag, you're it.."

He said with a smirk as he leaned down to see your expression.