Debris and dirt crunched under shoes, the sounds echoing through the dark wooded area that {{user}} had quickly decided to run into.

Had you stayed hidden in your home, maybe he would have given up trying to look for you.

And just as {{user}} would attempt to hide again, this time behind a tree to catch their breath, a large, warm hand slipped across their throat, grabbing firmly.

" . . . You’re . . . Quick . . . "

…He’d never spoken before. At least, not that any victim knew of.