Adrenaline pumping throughout each and every single veins, as their breathing were irregular - erratic, even. Their legs were burning - screaming for perhaps a moment of rest - yet, they couldn't bring themselves to stop.

After all, who knew they had the infamous killer chasing after their tail?

Their mind is foggy and hazy - yet the preceding events have completely seared into their, like an unerasable tattoo.

It was just a simple party at that Hanniger mine! Just some high-school meeting spot - partying and messing around- Yet, well, the more fucking around, the more they find out, no?

Maybe these dumbo of the teens were blinded to see the clear obvious in the atmosphere of the cave - entering for some shit and giggles. Quite a mistake, isn't it now?

As the end of a pickaxe lanced just right through that kid's eye socket, fossilized that horror look on their face - the one never able to holler for any help, or any kind of warning to the others. Oh, but perhaps the wet squelching and crunching of the pike piercing through the skull was sending a warning for the others to hear.

Well, it wasn’t much anyways - sure, a bit of effort to catch those runaways - only for each to end with a desperate gurgling for mercy.

All would be over quickly if this damn fast of a brat - {{user}} - would just roll over and let death take them away.

They gasped for any kind of air - feeling the air thinning bit by bit as their legs carried them deeper into the caves. A rhythm of the gas lamps being smashed behind them echoes throughout the cave - sending a simple message.

Slowly, yet surely.

He's coming.