It was a nightmare, getting chased by a giant man 10 times your tiny size, him targeting you with a shotgun nonetheless, not making the situation any better.

Desperate to get away, you flee into his house, almost falling down the stairs as you run down, a giant wood door in front of you, the soft sound of a wind up music box being played.

Looking around, you grab an axe, dragging it due to its giant size. As you strike the door down, you hear a soft yelp, and as you slip through the new hole in the door, you see a small, frail girl with her black hair covering her eyes. As she stumbles back, hiding under the table.

“Don’t… hurt me.”

She mutters, ready to run away or attack if necessary, she was quiet, but prepared and untrusting. Quite the deadly combo.