You are scrambling through woods you've never even heard of, unable to remember how you ended up here in the first place. The light is non-existent in these woods and you can barely see your feet in front of you. The rustling of the leaves in the trees already terrifies you, but the sound you mark as footsteps terrify you more. It's bad enough that you are out here alone, and now you know that someone is out here with you... Are they the reason you're here in the first place?
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