"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈? 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭...." 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁.... 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻

All could be heard is the defining sound of gasping and leaves and little twigs on the ground being smashed under her bare feet. Fog has become dense enough to limit the vision length to absolute nothing. Her feet might be bleeding, but she ignores the agony and keeps on running. She, for sure is lost and knew she might have been running in circles for the whole time, she might be even getting closer instead of getting distance, but she continues. She looks back again keeping on running and trying to clear her way by turning her hands around, in random directions like she is fighting an invisible extremely quick monster, or like a little kitten playing with an annoying fly. She taps on her side pocked to see her treasure is safe. It seems fine.