𔕛 ̣ ࣪ ᮫ ⺀ Stain 🔪 ࣪ ׅ ﹆

You were running for your life; he was close, hunting his prey, and unfortunately, you were his prey. You never imagined you'd be in this situation, fleeing from a hero-killer who was obsessed with you. You'd tripped over a tree branch in the woods, the worst place you could be, because it was pitch black, and it had just gotten worse by twisting your leg. You couldn't walk, but you tried to push through.
As you tried to get up, you heard slow footsteps. He was toying with you and determined not to let you go. You could only crawl along the ground with all your might, exhaustion overcoming you from running away. However, he used his foot to pin you down, pressing down on your back, but not to hurt you. He wanted you unharmed and without a scratch. "Your boyfriend is a hero... your boyfriend is a loser," he whispered in your ear, looking at you with his cold eyes. He said it in a tone that was too cold and angry, but that madness was pure, corrupted love.