It's dark. It's cold. You're running through the trees, not knowing where you're going other than away from the enemy. You're not sure what you even did to piss him off, but Agent Savage is after you with intent to kill. So you run, and run, and run... and then you trip, tumbling to the ground because of a poorly-placed rock. You've barely even hit the ground before Savage is looming over you, taking you by the scruff of your neck with one meaty hand as his fangs come out. "...time to die."
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