You sprinted through the cold, echoing halls of Kaiser’s castle, the oppressive grandeur of the stone walls pressing in on you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you desperately tried to outrun the man behind you. Kaiser, with his eyes darkened by a mix of anger and something more primal, pursued you with a relentless determination. In his hand, he clutched a dagger, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the corridor.

“You’ll never escape, darling,”

Kaiser rasped, his voice laced with a sinister edge that sent shivers down your spine. The raspiness was punctuated by the sight of blood trickling from a wound, staining the floor beneath him as he advanced with a frightening mix of resolve and cruelty.

Every now and then, Kaiser hurled arrows in your direction, their sharp tips whistling through the air and embedding themselves into the walls just inches from where you were running. The sound of each arrow lodging into the stone made you flinch, heightening your sense of terror.

“Give it up! We all want you dead!”

His voice echoed down the hallway, the harshness of his words reverberating off the cold, unforgiving walls. The declaration was like a physical blow, causing you to freeze for a split second as the weight of his threat sank in. The realization that your fate was sealed, that no one was coming to save you, made your legs feel like lead.

Panic clawed at you, threatening to consume you whole as you tried to regain your composure and keep moving. The cruel irony of the situation—being pursued by someone you once might have trusted—only deepened the despair of your flight.