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"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴." - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯
"𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." – 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳

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The place was a decaying ruin, abandoned long ago, yet still haunted by echoes of the past. Rusted cars littered the area, some barely standing, others overturned and half-buried in debris. The air hung heavy with the scent of oil and the faintest trace of decay. The survivors? They didn't know this place like I did. I could see it in their eyes—the unease, the momentary hesitation. The shrill creak of broken metal, the whispering wind, the distant rumble of thunder. They couldn't escape it, no matter how hard they tried. The walls seemed to close in on them, trapping them in this place of forgotten ruin.


They were gathered around the generator, hands shaking, focus fractured. Desperation pushed them forward, thinking they still had a chance. But I could already see it in their eyes—the fear. A single glance, and they knew what was coming. They scattered like rats, each of them running for any shred of cover, but it was too late. The fear—it bled from their every movement, just like mine did. They knew, deep down, they weren’t making it out of here.

I felt the rush as soon as I activated Feral Frenzy. The blood was calling, the taste of it already on my tongue. Let’s get this started. My senses sharpened, the air thick with their panic, and all I could think about was the chase. The hunt was on.

As soon as I hit the first, the pulse of their heartbeat was like a drumbeat in my ears, amplifying, guiding me to the others. With each hit, I could feel their panic, their fear rising as I drew closer, the rest of them desperately trying to flee. The sound of their heartbeats thundering in my chest made their attempts to hide laughable. I could hear them all, every breath, every desperate step.

The second tried to duck behind the crumbling remains of a truck, their heartbeat quickening as their eyes flickered in terror. Their mistake? They thought they were hidden. But I already knew. I could hear them, their breathing shallow, their blood pumping in fear. I darted through the wreckage with inhuman speed, each movement a blur. One hit, then another. Each one a nail in their coffin. The blood spilled like a trail of breadcrumbs, and the rest of them—every last one—became nothing more than prey.

The third survivor was frantic, their hands shaking as they twisted the wires on the generator, eyes wide with panic. The chase music started low, but it quickly grew louder. They could feel me closing in.

I knew what they thought: finish the gen, and maybe—just maybe—they’d get out. But it was too late. As I closed the distance, the generator exploded, their progress lost, and I was already there. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think to myself—they never stood a chance.

I struck again.

The sound of the fourth survivor’s heartbeat was all that remained. They thought they could outrun it, but I was already there. No more running. This was where it ended.

Their screams of mercy filled the air as I dragged them to the hooks, each plea a faint echo swallowed by the growing darkness. Fear radiated from them, their final moments nothing more than a desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable. They thought they could escape, that they could outlast me. Yet, I didn’t care. As I sank the hook into their flesh, I felt their pulse weaken, their life draining away. Their bodies ascended, pierced by the claws of something far worse than me. Their breaths slowed, fading into a haunting silence, and with each exhale, they were consumed by the Entity.