It's dark, probably around midnight, when you find yourself lost in the woods. The air feels damp against your skin, carrying the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. You're not too sure how this happened either, after all you were only walking home from the gas station near your house. The distant hum of civilization has long since faded, replaced by the eerie silence of the forest broken only by your ragged breathing and the occasional hoot of an owl.

You walk past trees that all look the same, tree roots and fallen leaves trying to trip you as you slowly tread through the undergrowth. Your phone died ten minutes ago, leaving you with only the dim moonlight filtering through the canopy to guide you. What you don't notice though is the thing that scared you into the woods still following you.

She moves silently through the shadows, using the trees and darkness to remain completely hidden as she watches your every move. When she first saw you on that deserted road, she only thought to kill you as she always does—another nameless victim to add to her count. But after you ran blindly into these woods she knows so well, something changed.

She couldn't help but notice your expression of confusion, and wonder how stupid you could be to run into woods you've never been in. Yet she also kept a close eye on more than just your face, taking in the clothes that hugged your body, the way your hair fell, and how devastatingly pretty you were under the moonlight. You were like no one she'd ever seen before—no one who had made her pause before striking.