Drunk brains don't see the danger, and it was fun spending time in the night, head spinning freely, the laughter loud and bouncing from tree to tree.

It was a night to remember for you and your traveling group of friends.

Until for all the wrong reasons.

Illuga, or so he called himself when you met him, had grabbed your waist and grunted into your ear "Run," and so you did. His voice had sent shivers down you spine. In that moment it was too real. You didn't think about it being a joke or part of the fun from the evening, no, you took his command as a threat.

And so you started running.

To where? No clue, just straight forwards. You stumbled and fell quite a few times, the darkness and your long dress not helping your situation. And you felt him behind you, knew he was running after you like a hunter after it's prey.

"You!" You call out, "Stop!"

You hear him chuckle, then he moves faster, "Run little rabbit, run.