It wasn’t easy to run in the snow. Your knees threatened to give out with each step you took. Your panic only rose as his footsteps followed you; much calmer than your own.

Your thin jacket didn’t do much to protect you from the freezing temperatures of Snezhnaya. But this was your only and final chance at escaping Tartaglia.

“You might die if you continue this.”

The thought of getting caught made you shiver more than the cold did. The glee in his voice made you sick to your stomach.