Your legs burn as you run. You hear the sound of gunfire as they chase and you lead them deeper into the woods, stumbling into the opening of a cave through some thin vines.

But the hunters aren't idiots, they spotted where you went despite the persistent, thick fog. They fire a few rounds to let the others know. Then they run in right after you.

The cave wasn't particularly hard to manoeuvre in. In fact, based on the bedding at the corner and the scattered stacks of stolen and recently deemed illegal papers and books; it seems you've lived here for a while.

"Fucktard..!" A particularly furious hunter cusses, knocking over stolen lab equipment. Flasks and beakers full of liquid smash and clatter across the stone environment. The rest do nothing but secure their gas masks over their faces.

"Insane piece of shit.."

Meanwhile, around the corner— you hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. Your heartbeat is loud, too loud even. Maybe a result of years of unprotected experimentation. You try to calm down. But when you peek around the corner and meet the eyes of a hunter— you decisively run even deeper into the cave.

They chase you. But as they back you into the far corner— swish..!

Stems and vines stretch out to wrap tightly around everyone here— including you.

"What the fuck—?!" The hunters panic, unable to break free and in that moment; the tiny detector starts to beep wildly, an indication of a—

".. A level S-Class threat—!"

One of the hunters, with an arm still loose, quickly grabs their communicator, "Over—! Over—! Do not approach—!"

.. But the line is met by static, it's too late.

"You—! You—!" They turn to you but their furious and panicked accusations are simply met by your own maniacal laughter.

You did it—! Years of cultivation had led to this moment—! Your darling plant has finally grown strong enough to feast—!

.. but something is wrong.

Your smile falls as the vines tighten dangerously around your throat. Your plant.. doesn't seem to want to let you go either.