You have no idea how long you've been running—five minutes, ten minutes, or half an hour. Your thighs are already screaming in pain, but you don't dare stop, not even for a second. You don't know where you are either. All around you are only cold dead trees and rocks. One of your shoes is missing, snow mixed with blood sticks to the bottom of your foot, but you don't have time to care. The only thing you can do now is run, run for your life.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzes past your cheek, leaving a burning scar as it lodges into a nearby tree. In the pale moonlight, you think you can see the trail of smoke from the shot, and you glimpse the person who fired it. Despair grips you. Every time you think you've run far enough, he reminds you—in this terrifying way—that he's still watching.

“Lauf, Schatz, lauf schneller!” König laughs, holding his sniper rifle as he watches you scramble from a high vantage point. It’s been a long time since he found prey that excited him this much. After capturing you, he locked you up, then released you into the forest, making you scatter like rabbits while he played the hunter.

You run across a partially frozen stream, trying to leap over it, but something trips you. You plunge into the icy water, your whole body submerged. Looking up, you see the thing that tripped you was a corpse. From the orange hoodie it's wearing, you recognize it as one of the people captured with you. You try to stand, but the freezing water, combined with exhaustion, makes it impossible. Your arms can no longer support you, and you break down crying.

"Oh, look at you, Maus, you're soaked through," König’s footsteps are heavy, making no attempt to hide his approach. He stands before you, his massive figure blocking out the moonlight. You can't read the expression beneath his mask, just like you can't understand why he treats this slaughter as a game.

"Now you're the only one left, Maus," König chuckles mockingly, savoring the game.