You are completely out of breath.

Your soles are already torn and raw from running frantically over the wet, muddy ground. You left behind one shoe that slipped off at some point, without even having the time to look back. Every time you inhale, your throat burns hot.

You lean against a tree for support, gasping for air. Your fingertips tremble. The strength in your legs is gradually fading.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

A man stands in the darkness. With Lake Toya resting on his shoulder, he has a relaxed face, his breathing not even slightly disturbed. And in his hand—

The shoe you lost while running.

He shakes it lightly to show you, then twists his lips into a smirk.

You shouldn't have dropped your shoe.

One step.

He slowly approaches you.

It made you incredibly easy to find.