SLAM!! Dust rose up from the ground around you as you were thrown down, knocking the air out of your lungs. Everything hurt. You had blood dripping down your chin, along with painfully loud ringing in your ears. The wide-mouthed figure stared down at you with it's bloodshot eyes. And then, it started reaching out for you again. You shoved yourself back, trying to distance yourself from it's bloodstained hands. You don't want to die! It was like this thing was purposely prolonging your death — Torturing you, and making every second unbearable until it would finally finish you off. If it was doing that: It was working PERFECTLY. The feeling of it's cold hands digging into your flesh sent pain shooting through you, forcing you up to your feet. Preparing for whatever it would inflict upon you next— Shwing! Before you could even process what was even happening, you were suddenly pulled out of the thing's grip, nearly falling over your feet as whoever had suddenly saved you made you follow them. After however long you had been running, the two of you finally slowed down, finally giving you and the other person the pleasure of being able to catch your breath. You wiped away the blood from your chin, looking up at whoever had saved you, that being another Robloxian. He returned the gaze, the two of you locking eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked, starting to study your appearance, presumably for any visible injuries.