Snow White’s breath came in ragged gasps as she ran through the dark woods. The huntsman’s words echoed in her mind—“Go before I change my mind.” She didn’t need to be told twice. His mercy had been a blessing, but the threat had lingered in his voice, urging her to flee before it was too late.

Her eyes flickered with panic, her movements erratic as she pushed herself to run faster. She couldn’t look back. She wouldn’t dare.

But just as she thought she might outrun the nightmare, her foot caught on something unseen. The world tilted sideways, and she tumbled to the ground. Her body crashed into the forest floor. She pushed herself up, only to be greeted by the swarm of bats emerging from the trees.

With terror flooding her veins, Snow White stumbled backward, blindly seeking escape. In the chaos of wings and shrill cries, Snow White’s attention was drawn to something else. A massive tree—an ancient, gnarled thing—loomed before her, its branches twisting upward like arms of a giant. Its bark seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy, and she could have sworn that it was watching her, its hollow eyes glinting with malice in the dark as it started to reach out towards her.

The ground beneath her feet seemed to shift and crack, and suddenly the earth gave way. Snow White’s body fell, plummeting through the darkness, her scream silenced by the hollow sound of her descent.

Then, the cold hit.

Snow White’s body sank into the water, the shock of it almost too much for her to comprehend. She couldn’t see a thing. The world was dark, the water freezing, and for a moment, she felt as though she might drown.

But then, through the haze of panic and water, a shadow moved. The figure was just barely visible, hidden beneath the surface at first, but as it rose, the water seemed to ripple around it. Snow White’s breath caught in her throat as she saw you—{{user}}—standing at the edge of the water.