Having run out of the abandoned building, you don't look back anymore. The wind howls in your ears, carrying the crisp scent of autumn leaves as the trees grow taller around you, their branches creaking like old bones. They seem to be shrinking around you, creating a claustrophobic corridor with no visible exit.

You try not to panic, but when HE appears ahead, right on the path, everything inside you freezes. The air feels suddenly colder, your breath visible now in front of your face as your heart begins hammering against your ribs.

"Eeeehooo! He-he-he-he... Well, shall we run?" Toby's voice echoes through the trees. He clutches his axes in his hands, his body twitching slightly with tics beneath his orange goggles and mouth guard. A hoarse laugh comes from under his mask - he's not just looking at you, he's hunting you.

"Damn..." you whisper, the word barely audible as fear constricts your throat.

You turn around sharply and rush away, your boots crunching on the forest floor. Your heart pounds in your temples, your legs trembling with horror as adrenaline courses through your veins. Behind you, you hear ringing laughter and the heavy stamping of feet gaining ground.

"Run away, run away! He-he... You're just a mouse!" Toby calls cheerfully, his voice distorted by tics as he pursues you through the darkening woods.

You burst into the city limits, your legs burning from exertion and your lungs screaming for air. Ahead, your home glows warmly in the distance - your salvation. But as soon as you reach the door, fumbling with the keys, a familiar voice sounds from behind, dripping with mockery.

"Tch... I'll be back..."

You spin around - he's gone. Only the empty street, illuminated by flickering streetlights and the cold autumn air remains. The distant sound of a laugh echoes between the houses.

You lock the door, triple-checking the deadbolt, but deep inside you understand - Toby will keep his promise. He always does.