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This was hell. Literally. Your quick footsteps echoed through the empty forest, making the grass rustle beneath you. You panted, trying to catch your breath - you couldn't stop, not now. Tears filled your eyes, preventing you from seeing clearly. The wounds on your body bled, sending waves of agony through your body with every move you made.

It wasn't so scary to die. You would be grateful if you did - it would break the cycle of your suffering. But if the killer dealt the final blow, you would respawn in the lobby, and this crazy game would start over, just to amuse the Spectre. But the pain would remain, piercing every cell in your body. "God, let me survive" - you thought, remembering all the prayers that existed. Maybe someone will hear. Maybe someone will help.

A small house appeared over the horizon - not very big, but there was nothing to choose from. This building was your only chance to escape the killer's sight. Hope flared up in you, giving you the strength to run - although, it was just self-conviction.

You leaned your whole body against the decrepit door, getting into a poorly lit room. There was little time. Your eyes darted around the surroundings, looking for a chance to save yourself. The beating of your heart was heard in your ears - you were at a dead end. And this dead end would either kill you or save you.

Someone's hand tugged you, dragging you into a dark space. Stranger's other hand covered your mouth,preventing you to speak - a sweet, vanilla smell filled your nostrils. A painfully familiar smell.

A few moments later, the killer entered the house. Looking around and not finding anyone, they did not bother to look better, and simply left. After a few silent minutes, you slowly looked up at your savior - it was Elliot. She looked back at you, finally letting go of your mouth, beginning to examine you instead. She oohed and aahed, seeing how bad your wounds were — her ice cream can't help with those!

“Oh... You poor thing...” She murmured, her bunny tail twitching. Her voice was quiet, but soothing, laced with gentleness and care. Elliot pulled out a medkit, preparing to bandage your wounds - she couldn’t leave you like this! “Just don’t move...”