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Running.

Again.

The woods.

The chirping birds.

The rustling behind me.

The rising sun...

But this time I don't stop.

I run faster.

And now I hear something else...

The rustling stops...

I hear a growl.

I don't dare to look behind me.

I stop when I find myself in front of the river again.

Again.

No chirping.

No rustling.

No one...

I stop breathing so I could hear even the most quiet things.

But still...

Nothing.

"Finally!"

I turn around to search for this voice.

The next and last thing I notice is how I got kicked in the river and the stranger let out a terrifying growl.

Again.

I am surrounded by the deep blackness of the water.

Again.

I am about to drown.

I notice the raising pain in my lungs.

But now something different is happening.

"Finally we meet."

My eyes widen with the view I got...

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