Heavy gasps for air escaped your lungs, your diagphram was moving erratically in your chest and your legs ached.

You thought you had successfully ran away from that crazy psychopath that attempted to pull your teeth out. Your hand was touching a cold concrete pillar of the Basilica to try and support yourself whilst you attempted to catch your breath.

Until… you heard the distant sound of footsteps rushing towards your direction. Alerted and afraid, you decided to look towards the direction it came from.

And, your eyes widened in terror.

The door creaked whilst Vittorino peered out from behind the door, a manical grin residing on his pale face. "Where are you running off to?!"