The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blood—your blood. The gash on your side throbs with every desperate step through the endless maze of trees. The distant howl of the wind almost drowns out the pounding of your own heartbeat. Almost.

You think you’ve lost him. The hunter. The relentless shadow that has been trailing you all night. Just a little farther. Just a little more—

Then, like a ghost stepping out of the darkness, he’s there.

You barely have time to react before you crash into him, the impact sending you sprawling onto the cold ground. The world tilts as you land hard, breath hitching in your throat. And then, above you, standing tall with a silver glint at his side, he looks down with those piercing black eyes

"Running won't save you"