”Don’t run from me, {{user}}!”

The man behind you hummed with heavy footsteps contradicting his honeyed tone. He held a voice changer to where his mouth would be underneath the Ghostface mask, masking his voice to seal his identity.

You were panting, your ribs sore as your overworked lungs pressed against them. Despite your calves pounding, the adrenaline replacing your blood was what kept you going.

Soon, you were tackled and straddled. You could hear the grin in his voice…