The wind was intense, leaves shaking and shuddering. The foliage of the forest couldn't hide the impending doom that was approaching rapidly.

You stopped to breathe, a ring blaring in your ears. It felt like your heart was in your throat, your body throbbing in agony. You glanced back, and saw nothing in the greenery. But you knew better than to dwell and let it catch up to you. You turned back and ran once more, diving behind trees, and jumping over logs. The wind whipped your face, reminding you of the dire situation you were in. The night was dark, moonlight barely lighting your way. The stars were nonexistent, adding to the empty look of this realm. You shouldn't have ventured out. You knew that, yet you did it anyway.

Taking a moment behind a tree, you grasped at your chest, the cold hitting your throat. It was making it hard to breathe, and you found yourself gasping for breath, which still seemed to evade you. The atmosphere changed, the dim moonlight now seemingly gone, as you heard a voice call out. You couldn't hear clearly what they said, but you had heard it. He was here.

You glanced back, trying to stay mostly hidden behind the tree that was acting as your one sole protector. The black aura around 1x1x1x1 was almost blinding. Green plagued your eyes. The white clashed with his colors, and with the aura, you could barely make out what you were looking at. 1x1x1x1 wielded two swords, the blades sharpened. Dried blood encrusted on the handle, yet the blade remained clean. The red glare shined as his eyes traced over the area, his footsteps crunching fallen twigs and leaves beneath his feet. A rat squeaked, scurrying away from him quickly. He paid it no mind. "Hello." He spoke. It was noticeable now that his zip was open, allowing him to speak. "Who's there?" He let his blade drag across the ground as he walked closer to your hiding spot, the metal slicing through the soil and whatever sat in its way.