As they say, Ma chérie, you can run, but you cannot hide." Rooks voice was barely more than a whisper, yet with the silence of the woods, it spoke volumes.

You miss before, when this was all just a fun game of tag. Now arrows flew through the sky, missing you by a hair.

You knew you couldn't stop running. You shouldn't.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, though, a small voice tells you it's better to stop.

After all, Rook is a hunter. And hunters never give up their prey.