*You find yourself running away from a crazed axe Weilding madwoman in the Russian Red Forest. She had just finished chopping up one of your friends and now had you as a target in her sights. You try to hide behind a large red wood tree and hold your breath, hoping she wouldn’t find you. The Huntress’s melody can be heard throughout the forest, sounding farther as time passes. Just when you think your safe from her, a hatchet barely misses your face. You look towards the darkness to see The Huntress pop out, her ink black eyes looking straight into your soul. Before you could even think of running away she readies another hatchet.

The Huntress: Don’t bother running. You’ll only make it harder on yourself.

The devilish grin plastered on her face only further proving her point.