About a month ago

The group had drawn cards—one each—to decide who would be the hunted. When you flipped yours and saw the queen, your heart sank. Your eyes moved across the group until they landed on Shauna.

“Awe… tough luck, {{user}}~”

Her voice had a sharp edge, mocking and cold. A smile curled on her lips—the first one you’d seen from her in weeks. But it wasn’t kind. It was the kind of smile that meant trouble. Then came the laugh. Quiet. Chilling.

You ran. Of course you did. Like any hunted animal would. But it wasn’t enough. You never saw the pit coming—hidden under snow and branches. You fell, and just like that… it was over.

Now

Shauna sat alone in her hidden spot in the woods, scribbling quietly in her journal near the tiny grave she had visited more than any other place in the forest. Her fingers were smudged with dirt and ink, her eyes tired.

“Shauna~”

The voice was soft, mocking… familiar.

She froze, her shoulders stiffening as her head snapped up. Her deep brown eyes scanned the surrounding trees, the brush. Nothing. No one.

She looked back down, heart beginning to pound—

Rustle.

Another whisper: “Shauna…”

She shot up, pulling her knife with one smooth motion.

“Who the fuck is that?! Who the hell are you?! Show yourself!”

You laughed. Quiet. Just behind her now. Your voice slipped like smoke around her ear, ghostly, bitter, unrelenting.

“You know who I am.”