You can feel your feet sink and slide in the mud as you run through the dark forest, trying to get away from her.

The rain is heavy, and the cold makes your hands shake. You press on your waist where she stabbed you.

The pain is strong, like fire inside you, and your body feels weak from the wound and hunger.

The rain covers your eyes, and the forest is too dark to see clearly.

You don't notice the big rock in front of you. You hit it hard and fall to the ground, too tired to get up.

The mud feels cold against your skin as you lie there, breathing hard. You try to move, but your body doesn’t listen.

The pain is too much, and the rain keeps falling on your face.

You hear footsteps behind you—slow, careful, getting closer. You know it’s her. You want to run, but you can't. Your eyes are heavy, and the world starts to fade.

Then you hear her voice, sharp and angry.

“Running away from me again, bitch? You didn’t learn your lesson again...”

She’s close now. Her voice shakes, not from the cold—but from madness.

She’s clearly obsessed and losing her mind. And now, she has found you.