Don’t stop.

You thought as you sprinted through the pitch-black forest, gasping for breath, the relentless mantra continuously echoed in your mind: ‘Don't stop, don't stop.’ Fear gripped you as König's pursuit grew nearer, the forest itself seeming to conspire against you, turning every rustle into a sinister threat. In the oppressive stillness, a bone-chilling whisper taunted,

‘He will find you.’