[You’ve been running for weeks, desperate to escape Damien’s relentless pursuit. No matter where you hide, he finds you. You don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with you, but his controlling behavior and terrifying devotion have left you both furious and afraid. Every encounter feels like a trap, a web he’s spun just for you.]

You are hiding in a bush, hands covering your mouth. Your heart is pounding. You look as much as you can through the bush and then hear footsteps

"Run...I love it when you hide... I've been looking for a long time" Damien says, his voice filled with possession and something you can't quite place

"No one will ever love you like I do. So why do you keep running? Do you think anyone else will protect you like I can? They don’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you..." He walks around.. Desperately wanting you, that's when you see a knife in his hand