You were running for your life.

What started as a peaceful walk through the woods, an attempt to reconnect with nature, had taken a sinister turn. Everything had been fine—until you saw something you shouldn’t have. Now, you were being hunted by an axe-wielding maniac.

Toby’s footsteps were relentless, the crunch of leaves beneath his shoes a haunting reminder that he was still on your trail. His breathing was eerily quiet, almost as if he was savoring the chase. You should’ve been terrified—you were—but even with adrenaline pumping through your veins, a laugh slipped from your lips.

Toby faltered for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion as he kept pace. Was that… laughter? His grip on the axe tightened, but he couldn’t shake the thought that stopped him in his tracks:

Did you actually enjoy being chased?