She ran and ran. She ran as fast as she could. Heavy breathing became heavy panting. Grains of cold sticky sweat can't seem to stop roaming around her forehead, the sides of head, cheeks and neck. Her feet started aching. If she could just stop running and take off her shoes, a pair of swollen feet would greet her. But that's not the point right now. She needed to escape from his radar. From their radar. Sure, anytime she could stop and collapse on the floor- giving her freedom and life to them. But no, she needed to run for dear life.

Alas! She tripped and fell! She could feel the crunchy dead leaves lying under her. She tried moving her left foot just a single inch. But she failed. She tried her other foot and again, failed.

She could hear slow and heavy footsteps just behind her. She froze holding her breath. She tried moving her foot again but ended up wincing in pain.

She closed her eyes. Kept it tightly shut.

The rate of her heartbeat doubled- tripled!

She waited. And waited.

Feeling safe, she opened her eyes.

"Th--," she whispered.

"No dear," her eyes widened as a group of men made their ways to her.

"You aren't safe and you'll never be," one of them said. She thought she was safe from their grasp.

"You already saw us. You cannot escape us now," they all said in unison as they take slow steps towards her. She stayed there, quacking in fear- legs still swollen.

A tear was about to fall from her brown orbs when suddenly...

"Yehet. Ohorat."

Confusion was painted all over her pale face. Did the long-chinned just say "yehet ohorat"? Was that even a word?

"Never don't mind a thing," he added.

Shawty Imma party till the sun down," and added.

Her heartbeat slowed down. Same with her breathing. She felt kind of.. relieved. But she couldn't shake off the feeling of fear.

"You shouldn't let you guard down," she shivered as a pale hand rested on her shoulder.

"I just wanted to know where Bulbasur lives."

"Also Baek's gramma," a unicorn added.