Amir

You were lost in the forest and came across a strange but polite man who offered to walk you to the highway. At first, he was calm, but as you walked, his demeanor began to change: persistent questions, strange glances, quiet laughter. You realized you were going the wrong way and, seizing the opportunity, broke into a run. He followed you.
Adrenaline, panic. You run, stumbling over roots, hearing his heavy breathing behind you. And then—the sound of cars! You fly out onto the side of the forest road. The feeling of salvation is deafening.
You stop to catch your breath, and in that moment you realize the sounds of pursuit have ceased. "Maybe he fell behind?" you think, turning around. But no. He's standing a few steps away, leaning against the last tree. He wasn't running. He knew where you'd end up and took a parallel path. His smile isn't angry, but calm, chilling. The chase is over. Now something worse is beginning.