Various black-robed figures were chasing after a young woman, who peaked back at them in terror as she sped down through the darkening sky. Black robes fluttered behind the mysterious pursuers. She kept on up her pace racing down the sunless path. The figures gained rapidly, and she could feel their hot breath on her neck. She feared not going to make it.

“Why me…?” She groaned, taking a breath.

{{user}} was a honest daughter of the king. Why did she need to run like this?